Quotes About Justice

Resistance is the protest of those who hope, and hope is the feast of the people who resist.

In the raising and exaltation of Christ, God has chosen the one whom the moral and political powers of this world rejected – the poor, humiliated, suffering and forsaken Christ. God identified himself with him and made him Lord of the new world ….. The God who creates justice for those who suffer violence, the God who exalts the humiliated and executed Christ – that is the God of hope for the new world of righteousness and justice and peace.

Why should we be indignant about slanders directed against a human friend, while at the same time we are patient about the basest slanders directed against our God?

Not all murder is evil... In the right time, the right place, for the right reason -- it can be a blessing more profound than any you can imagine

If you hold fast to what's true and right and just, things work out.

An overseer called him a traitor, and Rytlock killed him. That's how he became an overseer. Later, a legionnaire called him a deserter, and Rytlock killed him as well. That's how he became a legionnaire.

Fine, you do that, and you tell them that at the very first opportunity, I'm coming down there and killing all of them. Mass murder. And after they're all dead, I'm going to kick the bodies around, dance on top of them, and sing a happy song. No jury will convict me.

An eye for an eye." "That's a revenge thing, right? From some play." "The Bible, darling. The Lord of all plays.

A banner hung over the break-room door, facing out so any who came in would see the sentiment: NO MATTER YOUR RACE, CREED, SEXUAL ORIENTATION, OR POLITICAL AFFILIATION, WE PROTECT AND SERVE, BECAUSE YOU COULD GET DEAD.

Let me help you. Roarke bent down, lifted Rockman by the lapels. He jerked the man up, steadied him. Look at me, Rockman. Vision clear? Rockman blinked blood out of his eyes. I can see you. Good. Roarke's arm shot up, quick as a bullet, and his fist connected with Rockman's already battered face. Oops, Feeney said mildly, when Rockman crumbled to the floor again.

No matter your race, creed, sexual orientation, or political affiliation, we protect and serve. Because you could get dead.'" "Even if you were an asshole. We added an addendum." On

Justice doesn't hide behind anonymity. It doesn't operate without rules of conduct.

Would you be shedding tears for McNab's dead body if he'd been screwing around on you?" Peabody pursed her lips. "Well, since I'd've been the one who killed him, I'd probably be shedding tears for me because you'd be arresting me. And that would really make me sad.

Murder doesn't leave anyone innocent. It shouldn't.

Her eyes met his in the mirror. When I take her down, she's going to pay for this. Eve tapped fingers lightly over her jaw. And she won't look so fucking pretty when I toss her in a cage. Girl fight? Can I watch? Pervert. She stepped away, into the shower, and ordered the jets on full at a blistering temperature.

Criminal activity does have its appeal. Otherwise there wouldn't be so many criminals.

The point was, Eve supposed, no matter who you were—sex, race, tax bracket—death leveled it all out.

Cops aren't heroes, Peabody. We just do the job.

Yeah, probably. Homicide: Our day starts when yours ends. Permanently." "You should sew that on a pillow.

I crossed the line." "The line shifts." Now he gave those shoulders a quick, impatient shake. "If the law, if justice has no compassion, no fluidity, no humanity, how is it justice?

You've got a point. But I like it better when the bad guys are just the bad guys." "There's always plenty of them to go around.

You have the right to remain silent. You also have the right to put on pants before I cuff you and have you taken into Central.

But getting the sinner where justice deemed he belonged was the trick. It required a system. And the system demanded its rules, techniques, manpower, organizations, and loopholes. And the occasional seminar to educate and inform.

The dead aren't the only victims.