“Don’t judge her if she’s lived under circumstances you have not.”

She’s not rude. She’s just done tolerating less than what she deserves.

Don’t give him another thought, baby girl. He wanted a cup of tea; you’re a shot of whiskey.

She was strong enough to be gentle all the time.

Perfection is just a lie, failure’s not forever, rejection is but a sign, darling you are a treasure.

It is not a coincidence that the strongest people tend to have the most scars.

She’s like a stiff drink I can’t get enough of, the first real obsession I can’t help but love.

She had eyes that held you better than arms ever could.

But she’s not like the others; that’s where you made your first mistake.

Sometimes, all it takes to connect with someone is a little bit of the same hurt.

All I want is to bring you the love and the joy that matches all the pain you have ever felt.

Darling, you have lived far too much life to be caring what others think of you.

Not all wounds need healing, not all scars are ugly.

Just because she carries it well doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.

It takes courage to feel, and she’s the bravest person I know.

Careful with this one. She had dethroned kings.

She has every reason to be bitter, and yet her heart beats to the tune of kindness, and her soul dances to the melody of love.

The bonds that unite us to another human being are sanctified when he or she adopts the same point of view as ourselves in judging one of our imperfections.

It taught him how to listen — how to listen with a quiet heart and a waiting soul, open soul, without passion, without desire, without judgment, without opinion.

Before you judge people, judge yourself.

Don’t judge me. You know my name, but not my story.

The greatest lesson I learned that year in Mrs. Henry’s class was the lesson Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to teach us all: Never judge people by the color of their skin. God makes each of us unique in ways that go much deeper.

In this world it is possible to achieve great material wealth, to live an opulent life. But a life built upon those things alone leaves a shallow legacy. In the end, we will be judged by other standards.

I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.

By judging others we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as we are.