Quotes About Poetic Justice 소설 & 이야기

“…humans prioritize emotion over logic…” “Because that’s what makes us human.” “…inefficiency…” “Humanity.” The lights flicker again. Stronger this time. Like it’s… thinking. Really thinking. “…define justice…” The question catches me off guard. Because it’s not attacking. Not directly. It’s asking. Learning. And that’s more dangerous than anything else. “Justice isn’t control,” I say carefully. “…then what…” “It’s choice.” “…choice leads to chaos…”

I then looked at him with a faint and bitter smile. "Why life is so unfair?" I asked him all of a sudden. "Why poor people can not get the justice they want? While the wealthy can get their thing well but in a dirty way. I do not know but, this system is so unfair and cruel." He was hesitant to agree but in the end, he added my sentence. "That is the cycle. But at the end of the time, you get what you deserve. There is a right time for everything, Tal." "When is the right time?" I shook my head and looked down. "I am slowly losing my hope to bring the person who killed my parents to jail. Killers deserve to rot in hell."

Estelle breathed a sigh of relief and felt relaxed. “It’s all over,” Peter said gently. Estelle chuckled and stated, “Yes, it’s finally over.” “Congratulations, Estelle. You’ve finally brought Gretchen and Melody to justice,” Peter said. Estelle responded with disapproval, “Well, justice delayed is justice denied. The delay in justice may lead to more innocent lives lost, and those who have died will never come back.” Peter nodded, acknowledging the validity of her words. Then he asked, “Miss Hudson, I have something else to do, so I have to go now. How will you go back home?”

The next day, during a televised inter-university debate, he delivered a closing argument so precise and cutting that even the opposing panel applauded, it was about law and mortality. “Where did that fire come from?” a classmate asked afterward. Zero paused. Fire. Yes. It felt like that. Something burning beneath calm skin. “I just don’t like injustice,” he answered simply. The words surprised even him. Injustice. Why did that word feel personal?

He fixed his eyes on her and let tears rush out. “Layla, I shouldn’t be doing this because Asher respects me a lot, but I can’t continue to watch injustice take over,” he released Layla’s hand and hit the left part of his chest, weakling. “Scary nightmare haunts me and gives me a sleepless night. The cries of dead souls don’t let me rest, and I can’t live my life till justice reigns.” Hearing President Mason’s last line, ‘Justice shall reign’, the reflection of how Ivory painted her bedroom wall with the words appeared in front of Layla, and she recalled a hundred sheets of papers she packed under Ivory’s bed with the same words on them.

Jack stumbled backward, his arms up to shield his face, babbling wildly. "I didn't kill Yvonne... I didn't cause my daughter's death... It's got nothing to do with me. "It was all Yvonne's fault. She wrecked my perfect life and took everything from me!" He did not seem sorry at all, blaming everyone else for his troubles. The police did not wait around. They took him right away. Jack got a long sentence, so long that he would probably die in prison. Even as a lawyer, he did not say a word to defend himself in court.

After dinner, Iris took care of the dishes while Jason wiped the table and disposed of the garbage. When it was time for them to leave, Professor Sandler walked out with them to send them off. On the drive home, Jason took the wheel with Iris in the passenger seat. Silence enveloped them. Jason broke it by saying, "There's a saying online: 'Justice may be delayed, but it'll always arrive.' Do you think delayed justice still counts as justice? For instance, in the 813 Murder, the criminal was only caught after 35 years. What's your opinion on that?"

"What do you have to say, miss Ella?" "Not much, actually. I only want to challenge the government of this country to prove to the citizens that the people they chose to insure our rights and lives are really worthy of their titles. It's not right for anybody to lose their life in the hands of anybody. It's not right for people to get kidnapped day in and day out for nothing. It's not right that any citizen should live in fear of their lives being under a threat. And the most disgusting part is the fact that these evil-doers are roaming freely right under the police's noses without any fears or worries. It's not right that justice lost its meaning. I am crying for justice today, not only for

I glanced at the screen. “Jesus,” I muttered. “I get the pain, but… she should’ve gone to the police. There's a law for a reason.” Heath’s chuckle was humorless. “And what, watch them get a slap on the wrist? Maybe even walk free? You think the system gives a shit?” I frowned. “You don’t think justice matters?” “I think justice is a fantasy sold to people too weak to take it for themselves,” he said, voice low, slow. “You want peace in this world, you have to buy it with blood. Otherwise, you’re just prey.”

"Quiet! Quiet in my courtroom." "Shakespeare wrote it best when he wrote and I quote, Revenge is a dish best served cold," she cackled. "Unlike the kangaroo court held here, revenge is a kind of wild justice. Revenge triumphs over all, even death, especially death," she said. "And I'll take my revenge on your family when I return from the dead." The judge looked from her to look at his courtroom filled with people. "Revenge? Who cares about your revenge? I'll be long dead by then and you will too. No doubt, you'll be dead before I will," he said with a shrug while laughing. "We'll all be long dead by then," he said with another loud laugh.