"crime"タグの名言

When people can get away with crimes just because they are wealthy or have the right connections, the scales are tipped against fairness and equality. The weight of corruption then becomes so heavy that it creates a dent that forces the world to become slanted, so much so — that justice just slips off.

From time to time I once wondered how one wanders from time to time And think up the paradox line Speak of Epoch's crime Oh I lied, it hasn't happened yet But bet you better believe it's such a habit that I just said that in a past mindset

Love enters later in life through the cracks left by the first heartbreak.

I have romanticised you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like cupids arrows.

You ever get the feeling all hell’s about to break loose and there’s nothing you can do about it?

The northern star changes its position every ten thousand years, but friendships can last for all eternity. — RJPeters

The reader is the final arbiter.

Criminals do not die by the hands of the law. They die by the hands of other men.

The city outside, so busy, so full of life, seemed in stark contrast to the deathly silence inside their home. It seemed...like a muffled silence, as if the house itself was holding its breath, waiting...

যখন তুমি ঘুমোও রাতের আস্তাবল ভেঙে ঘোড়ারা তোমার চ্যাটালো বুকে নামে, আর জানোয়ারগুলোর টগবগ অন্ধকারকে ছত্রভঙ্গ করে তোলা যেখানে ঘুম নিজের ক্ষমতার যন্ত্র চালায়, আমার মগজ থেকে ছিঁড়ে একটুও শব্দ না করেই । ঘুম অনেক শাখা তৈরি করে তোমার পা থেকে ফুল তাদের কান্নায় কন্ঠরুদ্ধ হয়ে মারা যেতে আমি ভয় পাই । তোমার মোলায়ের পাছার বাঁকের ওপরে, মিলিয়ে যাবার আগে তোমার শাদা ত্বকে তা নীলাভ। কিন্তু একজন জেল পরিদর্শক কি তোমাকে জাগিয়ে তুলতে পারে, আমার কচি চোর যখন তুমি তোমার হাত ধুয়ে নাও ( ওই পাখিগুলো তোমার দস্তানায় ডানা ঝাপটায়, একশো দুঃখের ভারে ) তারপর তুমি নির্দয়ভাবে নক্ষত্রদের আলোকরশ্মিকে ছারখার করে দাও তোমার কাঁদতে-থাকা মুখের ওপরে । তোমার শোকেভরা অবশিষ্টাংশে মহিমাময় অঙ্গভঙ্গী ধরে রাখা হয় তোমার হাত যেটা একে ছুঁড়ে দিয়েছিল, রশ্মি দিয়ে বীজ পুঁতেছিল। তোমার গেঞ্জি, তোমার শার্ট, আর তোমার কালো বেল্ট আমার জেলখুপরিকে অবাক করে আর আমাকে হতবুদ্ধি করে তোলে তোমার সুন্দর হস্তিদন্তের সামনে ।

After everything happening right now. What is it that you are doing in making sure that it stops and never happen again? We are all responsible and we are all guilty if we don’t do something about it.

When it comes to politics its not about who is corrupt its about who is been caught, because they all have skeletons in the closet.

When we wonder why crime doesn't stop or end. It is because the people who are committing it. We know them very well and we cant expose them. Instead, we protect them, because we benefit from their crime.

Crime has no color. Crime has no type. Crime has no gender. The reason why crime doesn't end. It is being categorized to certain individuals that people who really commit it, get away with it, right under our noses.

Strength and success - they are above morality, above criticism. It seems, then, that it is not what you do, but how you do it and what you call it. Is there a check in men, deep in them, that stops or punishes? There doesn't seem to be. The only punishment is for failure. In effect no crime is committed unless a criminal is caught.

It's funny, but certain faces seem to go in and out of style. You look at old photographs and everybody has a certain look to them, almost as if they're related. Look at pictures from ten years later and you can see that there's a new kind of face starting to predominate, and that the old faces are fading away and vanishing, never to be seen again.

Man doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his sense doth prompt him; for when he strikes he is blind to where the blow shall fall, nor can he count the airy threads that weave the web of circumstance. Good and evil, love and hate, night and day, sweet and bitter, man and woman, heaven above and the earth beneath--all those things are needful, one to the other, and who knows the end of each?

What a greater crime. Than loss of time.

How long do you think the sentence for this crime should be? A year? Five? Ten?' Many of us torture ourselves over our mistakes for decades, even after we've genuinely attempted to make amends. How reasonable is that sentence?

The offender must be able to give something back. But criminals are most often poor people. They have nothing to give. The answers to this are many. It is correct that our prisons are by and large filled with poor people. We let the poor pay with the only commodity that is close to being equally distributed in society: time.