Novel & Cerita Quotes About Poetic Justice

"But how? How can I navigate this labyrinth of emotions and choices? How can I ensure that justice is served without losing myself in the process?" Dr. Thorne leaned back in his chair, thoughtful and deliberate. "Knowledge, my dear Scarlett, is a powerful ally in your quest. The ancient texts you've discovered, the secrets they hold, may offer insights and wisdom that can guide you. But remember, seeking justice should not become an obsession that blinds you to compassion and empathy."

“Under my name?” Adrian turned to me, his tone calm but firm. “It is simple. The Cross used your name to humiliate you. Now what they value most will go to your name.” Leo let out a soft laugh. "If I've ever heard of poetic justice this is it." But I couldn’t smile. “Adrian, I don’t want to destroy him,” I said quietly. “I just wanted the truth.” His gaze softened slightly. “Sometimes truth and justice walk on the same road. But you have to decide how far you’re willing to go.”

"What are you talking about? Isn't it good? The place, the people, and those beliefs from them are the ones you destroyed for that justice you commenced." This damn woman... "You became an alchemist because you wanted to prevail the justice that you didn't earn when you were still living 300 years ago. Ain't it funny to think?" she paused and grinned. "Those people who were accused as murderers are the real victims of injustice criticism. They are the people who were once dreaming of a peaceful life, but it was taken from them because of the corrupt nobles." "It was their choice to do evil things, I only judged what truly justice means. They killed people for money—"

“They pour their hearts and souls for the nation, fight with blood, and are the most beloved people of Florence. “For many years, they’ve risked their lives for Florence and made great contributions, but now, they’re being accused unjustly by unscrupulous people with malicious intents, facing baseless charges... “The path of justice is clear. You may deceive people, but you cannot deceive their hearts. Karma and retribution will befall you!” Andrius’ words echoed through the hall like the ultimate truths of the universe. His words resounded profoundly, carrying a mysterious quality. “Andrius Moonshade, you’re courting death!”

My words spilled out in a rush. “Do you remember the boy you ordered to be killed at Gods Peak? You tried to convince me it was about justice—how the low-born and the poor would have a better life under your iron rule. How you believed justice only came through merciless punishment of any crime. But I’m telling you, that wasn’t justice. Killing that boy wasn’t justice. Sacrifice isn’t justice. It’s slaughter! Only a bastard and a coward would mistake slaughter for justice.”

“Non unus erit, qui ex hoc igne extingui possit. Hic ignis de anima nunc plene evigilavit. Jam illa omnia illarum gentium invenerat. Serius aut citius omnia patebunt. Vetus veritas statim nunc revelabitur. Ignis qui producit iustitiam revixit.” (“There will not be a single person who can put out of this fire. This fire soul has fully awakened about right now. She had already found all of those people. Sooner or later, everything will be open up. The old truth will be revealed immediately right now. The fire that brings justice is alive again.”)

I said a little confused. "Are you deaf? I told you to get out, if you don't I will understand that you are resisting authority," the man threatened me. The masterpiece of injustice is to appear just without being just. Plato.

Was it because they are ought not to create any mistake? But then as I stared at her, she wasn’t that splendid and loved either, but she too was suffering from her wickedness. It is not just the most grand who’s suffering from unwanted choices. “Punishment,” I finally replied after a long pause, “Those who seek evil are doomed to be sentenced to maintain what is ought to abound this world.” “Hypocrite, you have all the strength to kill me, but you didn’t. I wonder if every dragon’s sense of justice is as broken as yours.”

she whispered to the dark. “Because I will not choose cruelty.” A pause. “But I will choose justice.”

At least my bra matches my underwear. “Small victories.” Justice giggles. “I’ll take every one I can get.” I smile back at her. “That sofa is calling my name. Can you hear it?” “Furniture doesn’t speak unless it’s enchanted.” She sounds confused. “It’s a figure of speech.” I roll my eyes. “It means I can’t wait to lie down.” “Oh. Yes. I could use some rest as well.” “How old are you again, Justice?” “Older than the invention of cars, younger than the advent of curious girls who ask intrusive questions.” Her tone is warm and inviting, but her words are snarky.