Quotes About Judgment

My wife finally took her eyes off the blind man and looked at me. I had the feeling she didn't like what she saw. I shrugged.

Common sense is the guy who tells you that you ought to have had your brakes relined last week before you smashed a front end this week. Common sense is the Monday morning quarterback who could have won the ball game if he had been on the team. But he never is. He's high up in the stands with a flask on his hip. Common sense is the little man in a grey suit who never makes a mistake in addition. But it's always someone else's money he's adding up.

A check girl in peach-bloom Chinese pajamas came over to take my hat and disapprove of my clothes. She had eyes like strange sins.

I think you are a very stupid person. You look stupid. You are in a stupid business. And you came here on a stupid mission." "I get it," I said. "I'm stupid. It sank in after a while.

Maybe I was tired and irritable. Maybe I felt a little guilty. I could learn to hate this guy without even knowing him. I could just look at him across the width of a cafeteria and want to kick his teeth in.

She's a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud and if she has washed her hair since Coolidge's second term, I'll eat my spare tire, rim and all.

From thirty feet away she looked like a lot of class. From ten feet away she looked like something made up to be seen from thirty feet away.

He [James Cain] is every kind of writer I detest...a Proust in greasy overalls, a dirty little boy with a piece of chalk and a board fence and nobody looking.

The impulse to perfection cannot exist where the definition of perfection is the arbitrary decision of authority. That which is born in loneliness and from the heart cannot be defended against the judgment of a committee of sycophants.

At twenty-nine a dish like this would almost certainly have been married.

We looked at each other with the clear innocent eyes of a couple of used car salesmen.

There is always a choice, though it is not always apparent.

in kings people overlook and forgive behaviour they would not tolerate in others.

I know he hasn't a mean or petty bone in him, but one can err on the side of caution as well as rashness.

Os defeitos que vemos nos outros nunca parecem tão terríveis como os que vemos em nós...

He knew there was only a slight difference between an armed guard and an escort, but sometimes that difference separated the honored and the condemned.

Perfection is a stick with which to beat the possible. Perfectionists can find fault with anything, and no one has higher standards in this regard than leftists.

Perfectionists often position themselves on the sidelines, from which they point out that nothing is good enough.

Shep claimed eating cake like that so early in the morning was a 'whore's breakfast.' The rest of them didn't care. They were happy little whores who didn't worry about saving a morsel.

Zip it kiddo. Don't ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it'll be used against you later in life.

Edythe, I finally say, Why don't you go on back to your bunk and eat your boogers for a midnight snack like you always do at home? Well, that comment really sends my friends, and I'm a big hit. But then I see Edythe's face. It's like something has fallen on it and crumpled it in. Somehow she looks so familiar that I can feel her bones inside my own body. And I start to feel sort of sick. She turns and walks away and

That shows how impossible it is to be a woman. One's whole life depends on one's looks but one mayn't speak of one's own beauty

It seemed certain that Mrs Morpurgo must be kind and noble, for her husband said she was beautiful, and no beautiful woman would have married such an ugly man, had she not valued goodness above everything.

Das Gewissen, das des Außenhalts entbehrt, entartet zum Idol der Selbstgerechtigkeit.