Elizabeth Smart Quotes

No one wants to be at the wrong end of finger-pointing.

Her heart went out to him with a stronger movement than ever, at the thought that people would blame him. Maggie hated blame; she had been blamed her whole life, and nothing had come of it but evil tempers.

None are so ready to find fault with others as those who do things worthy of blame themselves.

No one is innocent, and people are allowed to criticize everyone.

Mom-shaming drives me crazy.

When I was playing good, nobody was saying I was playing good. When I was playing bad, I would be the first one on the front of the journal.

I've never really dissed Ma$e - I just tell you the truth, and if you think he's a sucker for that, it ain't my fault.

Don't talk to me about how I haven't done anything to prove myself. I'm not worth anything. Like, seriously, do your history first, then come up with something smarter than things that are blatantly not true.

When you win, that's what you're expected to do and when you lose, people get on your back.

If we are going to ask questions of the defensive guys, then we are going to ask questions of the guys at the top end as well.

I don't need people shouting at me to tell me what I did wrong.

There is no excuse for using someone's mental health as a stick with which to beat them.

Curiously enough, it is often the people who refuse to assume any responsibility who are apt to be the sharpest critics of those who do.

I know what you're thinking... and you oughtta be ashamed of yourself.

The Sting of a reproach, is the Truth of it.

The world demands I make good choices on no information, and then blames my maidenhood for my mistakes, as if my maidenhood were responsible for my ignorance. Ignorance is not stupidity, but it might as well be. And I do not like feeling stupid.

With hindsight, it is always easy to blame everyone else.

If you never condemned you would never need to forgive.

Judging the mistakes of strangers is an easy thing to do - and it feels pretty good.

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

We've all been should upon enough.

People should always know better.

If you still have to ask, shame on you

When one is undone—sprawled across the cold tile of a public bathroom in a pool of one’s own vomit, or shivering in the back of a taxi in a pair of urine-soaked skinny jeans with no money for cab fare and a dead cell phone battery—much like a wobbly toddler or an unhinged politician, one immediately looks for someone else to blame. God. Your parents. Ex-girlfriends. Undocumented immigrants. Marvin in Human Resources. China.

Condemn the fault and not the actor of it?