Quotes About Poetic Justice Novels & Stories

Just the hollow emptiness that had been living in his chest for months. "You killed him," Alex said slowly, "because he was trying to do the right thing." "I killed him because he was trying to do something impossible." The Don's voice was sharp now. "Justice is a story we tell ourselves to make the darkness bearable. There is no justice. There is only power. And the people who have it, and the people who don't." Alex's hand moved to his pocket. The chess piece was there, cold against his fingers. He pulled it out, held it up so the Don could see.

There rests the righteous justice sweetest of all. .... "How can I ever repay your generosity, babe?" Stella's sweet murmur warmed the air between us as we observed sunrise's rosy fingers creeping over the horizon. Last fading stars still glimmered bold beside the waning crescent moon, echoes of receding darkness banished before dawn's steady advance. I drew her soft warmth closer, moved by enduring trauma now tempering into wisdom's grace. My little bird's helpless fury aged into seasoned perspective broader than personal vengeance alone. For in punishing petty tyrants, greater oppressive systems yet demanded dismantling toward justice ripe and lasting.

Le monde quand tout va bien le monde quand tout va mal. L'instant humain raisonne sous l'effet d'un flet Quand le vent nous balance au tréfonds de l'existence humaine on se demande ce que signifie la justice. Pas de mot, justice sans parole on s'y accroche. D'aucuns se Craponne à son coup tiran la corde ramenant la barque dans leur direction. Justice sans raison on peut se justifier. Pas de preuve. Pourtant tout part des preuves. La preuve est là rançon du droit dit-on.

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 ask, my tone shifting from flippant to serious, “What do you think this is going to accomplish? You’ve taken me, and for what? Revenge?” He steps closer, and I can see the anger simmering beneath his surface, “You have no idea what I’ve sacrificed for this,” he snapped, “You and your husband thought you could ruin my life, but now it’s my turn to take something from you. It’s poetic justice, don’t you think?” “Poetic justice?” I scoff, rolling my eyes, “You really think this is going to fix anything? You’ll just end up losing everything you’ve ever cared about. You can’t possibly believe this will end well for you.”

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 said. " but that won't bring them back my son......please " mom said. " yes it won't bring them back but there will be Justice for them......the dead cannot cry out for justice mom, it's up to the living to do so for them" I said. " and you think this is the way?" mom said. " the delay of justice is injustice........if we held back on the things that we need to do......we will only give the evil people chance to do it again" I said.

*** Sophia hand the ceramic to Ava. As she continued fixing the puzzle ava gave her.. “Yeah… its done” she jibbed and hand ava the puzzle. Its a puzzle of all the Disney princess with a quote below the picture The quote reads; 'Revenge is never the way to get back to your enemy but Sucees is' Her brow creases and she sigh.. Why is she beginning to have a second thought now huh?… She is close and she won't stop, no matter what, she is gonna fight with her conscience.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” “No one is above the law sir.” The he answered as his jaw tightened. I smirked, though there was no humor in it. “And the law is going to bring justice for my cousin?” “Sir—” he started, but I cut him off. “We all know that ‘justice‘ doesn’t happen in courtrooms or even on police reports. It happens when the people responsible for this—” I gestured to the chaos around us, “—pay for what they’ve done.”