Quotes About Poetic Justice Novels & Stories

Now… I had something far more valuable to protect. "I hate giving them more time,” I muttered. "I know," she replied. "What if they disappear?" I asked and she reached for my hand. "They won't,” she muttered. "How can you be so sure?" I asked. "Because they're making mistakes,” she replied and I frowned. "People who think they've won become careless,” She continued gently. "They already are,” she muttered. I looked at her and she squeezed my fingers. "Justice isn't about acting first, Logan. It's about acting once and never having to do it again,” she said with a smile.

“I think you are a traitor. A liar. And—” Her lower lip trembles as I tower over her. ‘Punishment is not justice, restoration is,’ Tess says to me through the mind-link. One of Father’s favorite quotes. If I follow my heart, call to Cristofer, even kill Nessa myself where she kneels, he would be humiliated. Disappointed. I swallow hard. “And the fact that you want to be better must always hold meaning,” I say through gritted teeth. Tess exhales sharply. So does Nessa.

Lucas shifts the conversation from work to beliefs, the change almost imperceptible, like the glide of silk over skin. "The system fails the vulnerable," he says, and I can't decide if he knows my secrets or just my fears. His voice drops lower, inviting me to share more than I'm ready for. My instinct is to pull back, but the invitation is too tempting. I edge closer instead, careful not to give too much. "Justice is a luxury," I tell him, offering my own view, wondering if it reveals more than I intend. My wolf stirs uneasily, caught between wanting him closer and pushing him away.

Ryan lit his cigarette and took a deep drag, gazing into the distance at the ceiling of his 3x4-meter office, filled with case files on crimes in the city of Chicago. "To be honest, you've misnamed her. Themis is the goddess of justice, whose statue is displayed in the courthouse. Athena is the goddess of wisdom and the protector of heroes," Emily corrected with a light laugh. She continued her jest, "I'll protect Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt like Athena does for him if he's willing to cooperate with me on the case involving Senator Crawford's son!" Emily's words made the captain groan and furrow his brow. "You still don't get it, Em! Alright, what case are you so eager to imprison the sena

Reagan was able to twist everything that happened in a way that will never expose my name. And it is a good thing that those two will finally taste what they deserved for which I kinda feel annoyed. When it comes to the poor, justice was always so quick. But for the rich people? I don’t think that it will be going to be just the same because Anthoine has the power and the money to pay for his legal team. Justice is still not equal when it comes to the rich people. The weight of the scales of justice can still be twisted if you only have the power and the money which is so sad and unfair for those who don’t have the power and wealth, most specifically those poor people who should be innocent

“Wow. I didn’t expect that from you. I thought you’d try to seek justice in the proper way.” Her smile faltered, replaced by a pensive expression. Her voice dropped, carrying a weight heavier than the blanket draped across her shoulders. “In this world, justice only exists for golden and diamond spoons. People like us… we have to fight our own battles in our own way.” The truth of her words sank deep into him. He didn’t push her with more questions. For a long moment, silence filled the room, heavy with things unsaid. Her words had cut too close to his own guilt, the guilt of using his power against her, of tearing away her job so carelessly. He thought of his actions and a pang of shame twi

"I don't know. That's why we'll be having a long, serious talk. I understand you, Rampage Kirk. I have no rights to judge you, why you let your life be like this. We will even help you if we needed to. I stand for justice." "There no such thing as JUSTICE, Gibson. It's PITY. Not JUSTICE." I turn my back on him and hid inside my blanket. I balled my fists. Justice, he say? It's PITY! They just made that word to fool the naive. People like me knows it's pity. That word doesn't work the way it should be.

"It's not. But you survived their worst. And someday, when you're standing on top of everything you've built with your own hands, they'll still be the same pathetic people who needed to destroy someone else to feel powerful." I wanted to believe her. But as I looked around the gallery at the art that wasn't mine, at the success that felt borrowed, at the life I was building on borrowed time, all I could think was that Dustin and Paige were probably congratulating themselves on proving they could still hurt me whenever they wanted. The thought sat in my chest, heavy and cold. Justice wasn't just about telling the truth. It was about making sure the truth had consequences. And so far, Dustin a

To Pfauen's tolerance, she felt a little guilty, replying: "Mine." "Reason?" "You think you're just playing, but how many tears does it cost to others, is that fair?" Pfauen tenderly stroked her hair, lent her a firm shoulder, like pampering a sad child, gently saying: “Justice! Only suffering proves there is joy. There is no eternal joy, nor ultimate suffering, that is fate…”

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!"