Who Said The End Justifies The Means นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Thomas said. "Hmm, nice speech, but as the saying goes, just the one that I formed, those who choose to be selfless ends up losing themselves," Lincoln said as he used a bottle in his hands and broke it in on Thomas's head rendering him unconscious at the moment. "Ooh, I loved the fact that you didn't kill him, boss, I mean am so glad," Frederick said as he came behind feeling relieved. "Just shut the crap, I would kill him anyways, I told you that if you are to follow me up and down, you must never disturb me in the process," Lincoln said.

he said. “But I don’t want to kill people,” I said. I understood death in the sense of fighting for survival, defending yourself or the people you loved, but not the senseless killings I’d been doing. “After Charlotte died, neither did I,” he said. “But you still do it,” I said to him carefully. “Not everything’s always the way it seems,” he said. “In what way then? How do you justify killing people?” I asked him. “I don’t, Kai. I just do what needs to be done. You’re the one that’s justifying your kills,” he said to me, and I realized he was right. Why justify something that had to be done for the greater good, especially since it was now over.

I told him and without further explanation he answered me. "Count on it," he told me and I felt an anticipatory excitement about the results of this press conference, the moment of truth had arrived and we could not back down. Truth will prevail to shed light where there is darkness. George Washington.

You insisted on asking why those events existed at all. That is why you became dangerous. Damian glanced at Elias. "The Chairman wrote this himself." Elias nodded. "I've seen that handwriting before." Amara continued. You think we are enemies. That is understandable. History often mistakes difficult choices for wickedness. Samuel folded his arms. "He's already trying to justify himself." Justice Sani remained silent. He wanted the entire letter heard. I have never desired wealth. Money is merely a tool. I have never desired power. Power is merely responsibility misunderstood.

Max pointed to the weapons all over the room. I sighed. “But you can stop! There is always room for repentance!” Max scoffed. “I am sure that bible of yours mentioned that people killed their enemies.” “For just causes, Max! God commanded it!” I argued, but Max laughed at my utterance. “Well, let’s say that God commanded me to kill my enemies before they kill me. This is a different world, I. I have no intentions of dying soon, so that means that I have to kill or get killed.”

I sacrificed everything—my family, my love, my soul—for a throne made of bones. And now, the throne is empty. I look at my hands. They are old, worn, and stained with blood. I have killed men. I have destroyed families. I have ruined lives. I told myself it was necessary, that the ends justified the means. But the ends never came. There was only the means, and the means were endless. I close my eyes, and I see Eleanor's face again. She is crying. She is begging me to stop. She is running away, taking Zoe with her.

“So all this talk about justice, about change… it was just about power.” “Power is justice,” Elias snaps, his mask cracking. “And I’m the only one who ever deserved it.” A beat passes. My heart thuds. “Well,” I mutter, drawing my weapon slowly, “you’re going to have to earn it.”

Who said one couldn't have your cake and eat it too? The strategist suddenly spoke, "Commander, even if we do well in the vanguard, it won't be a major accomplishment." "What?" Saul was taken aback. "Redeeming our wrongs through merit means we've contributed nothing. Commander, we may have been played by Stanley!" Saul felt his head spinning as the realisation struck. It was like buying a famous painting for a few ounces of gold, thinking he'd gotten a great deal, only to later find out it was a fake worth nothing!

Ashes were always meant to fall before the rise. This is your legacy. But it is also your choice. —Dad. Her breath shook as she stared at the drive. “We end it.” Riccardo stepped closer, his voice low. “You start a war when you hit that key.” “I already did,” she said. “Now I’m making sure it ends with me.”

I said sorry for asking that stupid question and I know I sounded like an idiot but he continued talking. “Life is not always perfect, there’s a possibility for a problem," we listened attentively. "The problem is not the end, but the beginning of a different life” we were awed by what he said. How could someone who was having a broken heart can say such motivations? Damn!