Who Said The End Justifies The Means 소설 & 이야기

someone replied confirming his theory of a presence in the room "How about you turn on the light first, you can't fix things in the darkness no matter how stupid you are I guess you could know that" "It would be a pleasure ending your miserable life not the mouth alone that's a promise, well after what you did to my family consider it a gift to join them okay" " I've ended so much families that I can't basically remember each of them but if they really got destroyed by me then they should or must have deserved it anyways no need to gift me for their sake. It's my job to waste the lives of dogs and rats"

"Dad, why are you talking like today is your last day?." "I'm not getting any younger, I just felt it right to tell you this now when it's still early. I want to see the change in your reasoning now! before I pass out. I want you to reason differently from all these old kings, who think fighting and stealing is all that matters. I'm tired of seeing people die my son, I'm tired. I have killed more men than I can ever count and to be honest, I'm not proud of it. Who are we to decide who has to live or die?."

I ask him. “His exact words were;You better kill me now because I'm not going to say a word. I know that I won't be the last, I've lit a spark and more people will rise, the oppressed will rise up against you. That's what he said, at first I was so angry that I just thought that those were the words of a dying man BT what if it isn't?” He asks me. “What are you thinking?” I ask him.

“The ends justify the means.” — Niccolò Machiavelli. DARIUS The plan was easy. We show up at the bidding like alphas looking for young she-wolves to buy, and then we try to get Kane one-on-one. It was supposed to be a simple ease in and ease out. “Fucking bastards,” Lucien hissed beside me, dragging his hood lower to shadow his face. We couldn’t afford to draw attention, not yet. Not when half the room would recognize his jawline before his name.

“No more ashes. No more ghosts. We finish this. Every last one of them.” Massimo raised his glass. “To the end.” Her lips curved, not into a smile, but something far deadlier. “To justice.”

"That place is for the worst criminals, people who have committed murder and even worse." "Oh," Thalia said. "Yes, I'm very sorry about that." The prince apologized again. "Does everyone who commits murder get condemned even if it was justified?" Thalia asked, suddenly remembering Lily. "Well… yes," he said, "I believe there's almost no murder that can be justified, except it was committed to protect someone else, or the victim was really that hideous and terrible to the killer." "How is that measured over here?" Prince Aldric raised an eyebrow, then clasped both of his palms on the table. "Why are you so interested in this topic all of a sudden?"

I said finally. "Maybe not," he said. "But I know the road you're on. And I've seen where it ends. How many others do you think have stood right where you are now, debating whether they’re doing the right thing or not? If you don’t stop now, you’ll be the next one who is shot or strangled or drowned."

Tabby says to Sarah "You got that from Martin Luther King." Sarah asks "He said that too?"😳 Tabby replies "He also said Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."😍 Happy asks "Whose Martin Luther King?"😳 Tabby asks "You don't know? Martin Luther King Jr. was an American Baptist minister and activist who became the most visible spokesperson and leader in the American civil rights movement from 1955 until his assassination in 1968."😉

They used to say that the end justified all means but for me it was filled with lost hopes and dreams. There was only a way all this could end and that was if all these odds turned to our favor. The more I thought about it , the more unlikely it was turning out to be . He sighed deeply, "I hate all of this so much,I wish all this would just go away." Alexis spoke from a depth, the pain so glaring that there was not a way I could deny that he wasn't touched by this as well in every way possible. The way it was going it was obvious it ended one way or the other, it was obvious that it ended in two ways—With us alive or dead.

It doesn't hurt anyhow. The little tower that is centered on the center of the body of it hisses, and somebody opens the hatch before stepping out. Shining a blinding light at me, I hear them shout, "State your dogma," with a low and booming voice. "Jus Post Bellum!" I shout to make sure he can hear me. Justice after the war. Strange if you think about it. Why have a saying that promotes civility for a branch of a government intent on killing in the shadows? But it's what it is. I don't question it.