Quotes About Judgment

You can feel people staring; it's like heat that rises from the pavement during summer, like a poker in the small of your back. You don't have to hear a whisper, either, to know that it's about you.

Che cosa significa essere diversi nella nostra società? Fino a che punto può arrivare il desiderio di vendetta di una vittima? E soprattutto: che diritto ha, chiunque, di giudicare gli altri?

Entre uma boa acção e uma má acção existem mil tons de cinzento.

Don't think I'm a bad mother. I'm just a realistic one. I knew that Jacob was handsome, funny, and so smart it sometimes left me reeling. It was hard though for others to see him in that light. To them, he just seemed odd.

But I'm even more cautious with the white ones in the pickup trucks with Confederate flags hanging in the back windows. Because I used to be who they are, and I know what they are capable of.

The people we define as crazy just might be more sane than you and me.

Every baby is born beautiful. It's what we project on them that makes them ugly.

If you ask me who Ruth Jefferson was a month ago, I would have said she's a good nurse, and she's a good mother. But now I have people telling me I wasn't a good nurse. And if I can't put a casserole on the table and cloth on your back, then I have to second guess myself as a mother too. If you don't let me do this, if you don't let me take care of you, then I don't know who i'm suppose to be anymore.

It worked out the way it should have

every baby is born beautiful. It's what we project on them that makes them ugly.

Everyone comes with a label, it's up to you to peel it off.

There's really no such thing as a right or wrong choice. We don't make decisions. Out decisions make us.

Do you have kids? Anna asks. I laugh. What do you think? It's probably a good thing, she admits. No offense, but you don't exactly look like a parent. That fascinates me. What do parents look like? She seems to think about this. You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across? Like that.

She didn't like it when religious folks looked down on her for being an atheist; but to be honest, I didn't see how this was any different from the way she looked down on people for being Christians.

It makes me wonder how I'd be treated if I were like everyone else. Maybe I'm a pretty rotten person, not that anyone would ever have the guts to tell me this to my face. Maybe everyone thinks I'm rude or ugly or stupid but they have to be nice because it could be the circumstances of my life that make me that way.

It's just how she is made, and if that isn't everyone's standard of perfect, then maybe they just have to revise their damn standard.

Todo el mundo piensa que se cometen errores cuando se es joven—le dijo la jueza a Lacy—. Pero no creo que cometamos menos cuando somos adultos.

It struck her that dispensing justice was really more about being present and engaged than anything else—unlike

Might as well be hung for a sheep as a goat

Go to a goddamn priest if you wanna be lied to. I've seen too many of your kind slip back inside to fool myself. If you wanna think you're a new man, hell, that's fine. But don't think you're looking any different in anyone else's mind.

Actions always have consequences!

There are several very different perspectives regarding the end times.

I see it routinely when I get asked to speak at conferences. I'm supposed to come cheap because, after all, I'm just a farmer. If you're smart and capable, you become a doctor, engineer, lawyer, computer technician --- anything white collar. For goodness' sake, don't wear a blue collar. That makes your mother and me a failure and our friends will wonder about our family.

the other he keeps away from church. People get out of his way when he appears once in a twelve-month down here among us. We all fear him and he is really just like a heathen or an old Indian, with those thick grey eyebrows and that huge uncanny beard. When he wanders along the road with his twisted stick we are