Quotes About Judgment

Don't say it. Don't say nobody's going to stare at me, because they will. Don't tell me it doesn't matter because it does. And don't tell me I look fine because that's a lie. I'm a freak, Mom. Look at me.

What is interesting is that elephants can accurately and reliably figure out who is friend and who is foe. Compare this to us humans, who still walk down dark alleys at night, fall for Ponzi schemes, and buy lemons from used-car salesmen.

So you believe people can't change? That once you do a bad thing, you're a bad person? I don't know, I admit.But I do think that some stains never wash out.

My biggest hope for Jacob is that moments like this won't happen. My biggest fear: that they will, and I won't always be there to keep people from thinking the worst of him.

There had to have been a moment where they made a conscious decision to turn away before they saw something they didn't want to.

They look up at me and see a rich lady in maternity clothes. They don't realize I am one of them.

A trial was a stupid word, considering that an attempt was never good enough: you were supposed to toe the line, period.

Nobody's all good or all bad. They just get painted that way.

People are never who you think they are, that it was necessary to get a complete background check on a person before you made any promises.

there are just some people you cannot find the good in. But who am I to decide if someone should be killed for murdering a child...instead of for murdering a drug addict during a deal that went bad...or even if we should be killing the inmate himself? I'm not smart enough to be able to say which life is worth more than the other. I don't know if anyone is.

Is his work vengeance? Or Justice? There is the finest line between the two and when i try to focus on it, it becomes less and less clear.

May be the question we need to ask isn't whether there's any fresh twenty first century sin...but whether the people who define sin have changed, because of the times.

It was easy to be proud of the kid who got straight A's and who made the winning basket-a kid the world already adored. But true character showed when you could find something to love in a child everyone else hated.

Let me guess, Seven said last night. The first was a rebound. The second was married. How'd you know? He laughed. Because you're a cliché.

Morally, no one has the right to judge anyone else. But legally, it's not a right - it's a responsibility.

You lie to convince people you are not a monster . . . not that you are one.

If you knew what those [pork rinds] did to your body, you wouldn't eat them.' 'If you knew when the last time I ate was, you wouldn't bother me.

It's easy to say you will do what's right and shun what's wrong, but when you get close enough to any given situation, you realize that there is no black or white. There are gradations of gray.

Ms. Cormier, who has the right to judge someone else? Well, she said. That depends on whether you're judging in a moral sense or a legal sense. Morally, no one has the right to judge anyone else. But legally, its not a right-it's a responsibility.

The best thing is what you think should be done. The rightest thing is what needs to be done-when you think not just of you and how you feel, but also the extra stuff-who else is involved, and what's happened before, and what the rules say.

In my opinion, the very fact that Mark doesn't know this diagnostic criterion suggests that he's a lot closer to actual retardation than I am.

It was like a trapeze act: How could you really tell at what second the acrobat pushed away, at what moment the anchor let go? You couldn't, and that was that. You and your deductions from the outcomeL a successful landing or a spiraling fall.

When the elevator doors open there is only one other person inside it, a homeless man with electric blue sunglasses and six plastic grocery bags filled with rags. Close the doors, dammit, he yells as soon as we step inside. Can't you see I'm blind? [...] From the back, the homeless man shoves between us, his bounty rustling in his arms. Stop yelling, he shouts. though we stand in utter silence. Can't you tell that I'm deaf?

You know... how it feels to sit at a bar and not be judged- to just have a drink and let it all hang out. Why can't the church be more like that? Why can't you walk in and say, Oh, God, it's just you. Cool. I can be myself now. Not in a way that ignores our sins- but in a way that makes us accountable for them.