Quotes About Judgment

When you are hungry for something, you often do not use your best judgment.

And I wonder, not for the first time, if the right thing to do is always the best thing.

Nietzsche turned the question into a cornerstone of his philosophy. His Twilight of the Idols states: 'In every age the wisest have passed the identical judgment on life: it is Worthless Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Everywhere and always their mouths have uttered the same sound – a sound full of doubt, full of melancholy, full of weariness with life, full of opposition to life' (p. 29).

In fact, Perry was passionate, but his passion was exclusively for libraries, and he judged people by whether or not they shared his passion.

Our culture generally views tears and what may lie behind them—sadness, anger, disappointment, fear—as signs of a problem. Something has gone wrong. Somebody needs to figure out who screwed up so we can set this thing right. But tears are actually sweet things. They are signs of authentic feelings. Of

I think most Americans understand that we went through a period in which American leadership was judged quite critically internationally.

Seeking out people with different views, different perspectives, different ideas is often challenging, because it requires us to set aside judgment and open our minds. But we have to remind ourselves that to get beyond where we are, where I believe most of us are, we would all be be well served to choose our music carefully, to stop talking and listen to one another.

Intelligence is really a kind of taste: taste in ideas.

Any critic is entitled to wrong judgments, of course. But certain lapses of judgment indicate the radical failure of an entire sensibility.

Woman: I never mind the outside of a man. Colonel: And I'm afraid thou art no judge of the inside. Sir Philip: I am positively of your mind, sir, for creatures of her function seldom penetrate beyond the pocket. Woman (aside): Creatures of your composition have, indeed, more in their pockets than in their heads.

It upsets her that I do not have a boyfriend. She claims to understand why she does not have one, but she thinks it is preposterous that I don't. Both my clothes and my solitary life being instances of my unwillingness to seek romance.

People think I'm much more than I am.

The egg was too spinsterly-looking a snack, too lonely-seeming, and I did not want to be lectured about my diet. Or my loneliness.

He was looking at me in a way that he never had before. Impatient. A little bored. As if I were not so smart after all.

Men can sleep with a different woman every night and indulge in the most revolting practices--but let an unmarried woman make one mistake, be led astray when she's young and silly and knows nothing of the world, and she's tainted for life and called a harlot!

Behind every erotic condemnation there's a burning hypocrite.

I have an IQ that could gain me admission to the damn Mensa Society, but that's not what people see when they look at me. They can't see any of that. They can only see the color of my skin. They see a six-foot-five black man. They see someone they think might be armed and dangerous.

I figured it was probably best for me to leave that bicycle back there for a real emergency.

No one knows what to do with you, girlie.

And so I'm stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts for wrestling.

I don't want to cry. Everyone will make note of my tears and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.

We each get fifteen minutes before the Gamemakers to amaze them with our skills, but I don't know what any of us might have to show them. There's a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who i can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap.

You're hideous, you know that, right?

It's your own fault for being so camera-ready," I tell Gale. If looks could kill.