Poetic Justice Quotes Poems 소설 & 이야기

I was scarred for life because of him. Now he's cold in the ground. I observed his funeral at a distance. There wasn't a big turnout and that made me feel a little better, but not any less bitter. He nearly ruined my life. Now his was over. Justice was done. What was that saying? Revenge is best served cold.

She’s watching me with that expression she wore as a kid when I helped her with homework. Proud and a little worried I might go off script. "But standing here today, watching my sister marry a man who'd move mountains to protect her. Seeing my nephew thrive in a family that chooses love over everything else..." I pause, gathering my thoughts. "Well, it turns out justice isn't just about courts and verdicts. Sometimes it's about finding your way back to the people who matter most." I raise my glass toward the head table. "To Emmeline and Asher. May your love be the kind of justice that heals instead of punishes. And to Jackson, who reminds us every day that hope is worth fighting for."

And justice didn’t bring peace. Only fire did.

Because when I rise, it won’t be for justice. It will be for war. --- End of Chapter 5

Evelyn smiled shakily and waved. “Escaping prison is bad, it's a pity that there are innocent people behind those bars who are stuck there forever but someone worth going to hell, I mean not to be judgmental, he's running free on the streets of New York,” Theo said, being displeased. “That's life when people have the money. They can have their way while those who are poor only face justice” Evelyn replied, feeling pained by the injustice in the system. Theo wrapped his hand around her and pecked her head. Evelyn blushed, but her shyness was hidden.

She was waiting for me to say more. My fingers grazed the edge of my apron. "They were good people. Respected. Loyal. The kind who believed in duty and sacrifice." I let out a soft breath. "But none of that mattered in the end. Because when people want something badly enough, they don’t care who they trample to get it." I wasn’t sure why, but satisfaction curled inside me as I said this in Axel’s presence. Let him hear it. Let him wonder. "I guess you could say I learned an important lesson early on—justice is just a fancy word for the strong. The rest of us? We just survive." I paused, then added, "I was poisoned and had to be rushed here. I decided to stay."

“I want justice.” “The men that did this to you…” I looked at him in the eyes. “… they are all dead. We killed every single one of them. There isn’t anyone for the police to arrest. Justice was served and don’t think for one moment you were the only ones that were wronged in this. Everyone in this room suffered a loss. Don’t confuse my generosity with guilt.”

Nikolai asked. I glanced down at the message scribbled in my sister’s old notebook: “Justice doesn’t come in peace. It comes in fire.” I looked up and said, “Then we burn what’s left.”

I hope that they are free of this guilt, for I do believe that ill instruments between them and me has been the chief cause of all this bloodshed; so that by way of speaking, as I find myself clear of this, I hope and pray God that they may too; yet for all this, God forbid that I should be so ill a Christian as not to say that Gods Judgments are just upon me. Many times He does pay justice by an unjust sentence, that is ordinary. I will only say this, that an unjust sentence that I suffered to take effect, is punished now by an unjust sentence upon me. That is, so far as I have said, to show you that I am an innocent man.

I reached for the Woman who chose to forgive herself. "You want to talk about the 'Void of Justice'?" I whispered, my voice a tectonic resonance. "Justice isn't a cage! Justice is the fact that we're still standing despite everything you did to us! My mother didn't die so I could be a prisoner! She died so I could be the Ending!"