Quotes About Poetic Justice Novels & Stories

"God." "You know in the holy scriptures, it says; Fret not thyself because of evil men, Neither be thou envious at the wicked; For there shall be no reward to the evil man; The candle of the wicked shall be put out." She recited. "I know you're worried that Tristan will get hurt but at the end of the day, truth, justice, love - all these things lie in a light that can never be put out." "The light shines in the darkness and the darkness cannot fathom." I spoke.

Ashton asked. "Yeah." Ashton smiled. "Have you stopped believing in justice?" "Justice?" Leon let out a cynical laugh. "It doesn't even exist!" "It does, actually. At least it will tonight." Ashton smiled wryly. "Ironic coming from me, seeing as I'm not exactly a paragon of virtue."

If only we had some clue as to what all of this means! She stopped again and, once more, Lucas found himself the subject of her attentive stare. “You’re the one who enjoys solving mysteries. Can’t you figure it out?” “Well, I looked at the poem and none of it made any sense,” he said. “There’s no link between the river Amazon and blood sacrifice, not even the Mayan people—pretty big on blood-letting in the name of their gods—would kill anyone in its waters. The reference to true justice and unsound crimes, that could mean anything from breaking the law without realising it, or a simple case of injustice. But an injustice committed when, or where? It’s needle-in-a-haystack stuff, and that’s o

As soon as everyone has spoken, I return to my place in front of the jury, looking determinedly at everyone around me, so I speak. _________ We all make mistakes, however laws and justice exist to be fair and put criminals in their place, to give order and above all to protect those who are considered victims, the word justice means: quality of what is in accordance with the which is right; way of perceiving, evaluating what is right, just. My role here today is to be fair, that man has a family that depends on him, the shopkeepers felt aggrieved by having their stores stolen. How to be fair in a situation like this? How to have empathy for those in need? Shall I turn my back on what is just

And slammed the files on the table causing Athena to suddenly lose her soul. The detective rose from her seat, her voice filled with an intensity that shivered down Athena's spine, "If you believe that your wealth can protect you from the consequences of your wrongdoings, you're gravely mistaken, Athena. I'm afraid to say that I cannot be swayed or bought by your money. I'm so allergic to the injustice perpetuated by wealthy people who roam freely, manipulating and choosing as they please. Their privilege and power only contribute to the decay of justice in this country. It is disheartening to see someone like you aligning with them. Why have you chosen to misuse your beauty for revenge, ins

His fingers tightened, like the admission left an ache where pride used to be. I studied his face then. Regret was dangerous in a man like him; it could make him soft in the wrong places. “Regret doesn’t justify a life taken,” I told him, not cruelly, simply true. “It doesn’t scrub the deed clean. You did it, Thorne. That makes you the criminal. Not the poet of good intentions.”

Just as importantly, she was blindfolded. This was supposed to be symbolic of Justice’s inability to distinguish between the poor or wealthy, disenfranchised or influential, and powerless or powerful. She was the ideal with which people were supposed to judge the crimes of others. But it seemed she wasn’t just blind - she was also tone-deaf. This version of Justice only seemed to care about the written law itself, rather than the people they were designed to protect. As though the words were sacrosanct. The truth was that the words were all meaningless without the people. If it couldn’t protect them, then what use were they?

“Always both.” And as we exited the hospital, Sophie bouncing lightly in my arms, I felt the full, sweet satisfaction of triumph. Not vengeance. Not malice. But the quiet, unshakeable truth that we, Sophie, Alexander, and I, were thriving. That we were whole. And that sometimes, just sometimes, the best justice is living well, unabashedly, and with joy that cannot be ignored.

I asked, my voice quivering. Nathan wrapped his arm around me, drawing me close. “Justice isn’t always about retribution, Liv. Sometimes, it’s about teaching a lesson.” Watching the police vehicle fade into the distance, I hoped that Ryan would someday understand the cost of his actions. And that our pack, having borne witness to this grim episode, would rise stronger, united by our shared sense of justice and purpose.

Know that your actions won't go unnoticed, unmarked, Justice shall find you, in shadows, lurking dark. Behold, insolent ones, the weight of your misdeeds, In this watery domain, the consequences proceed. Face the fury of my judgment, the price you must pay, For I am the Guardian of Retribution, and justice shall have its way."