Quotes About Judgment

Nothing in this world is good or bad, but thinking makes it so. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

It is quite possible that I have underestimated you, Gwyneth. But that's no reason for you to overestimate yourself.

good heavens above, the poor child has more freckles than there are stars in the sky! if she doesn't start using a good bleaching lotion at once, she'll never catch a good husband!" -James Augustus Peregrine Pympoole-Bothame

But if you start talking to ghosts and so on in front of other people, they think you're a liar or just showing off. That's if you're lucky. If you aren't, which is most of the time, they think you're totally crazy.

It is not earth that judges heaven, but heaven that judges earth; so for me at least it was not earth that criticised elfland, but elfland that criticised the earth.

If we need to press creases in reality to make sense of the world around us - turn grey into black and white - then how, precisely, do we know where to run our irons?

I don't think it's ever fair for a reader to criticize an author for writing the book the novelist wanted to write, as opposed to the book the reader wished he had written.

Separate the processes of creating from improving. You can't write and edit or sculpt and polish or make and analyze at the same time. If you do, the editor stops the creator. While you invent, don't select. While you sketch, don't inspect. While you write the first draft, don't reflect. At the start, the creator mind must be unleashed from judgment.

When you keep people waiting they begin to think of all your flaws.

Because no one is perfect, we all desperately need forgiveness. By forgiving others you allow them to be human, and in doing so it makes you more aware of how human you really are. Think of all the people you've judged because of their behavior. Isn't it true that some of them behave in very similar ways to you? There isn't a person on the face of this earth who doesn't need grace.

Almost always, the work an author thinks is their worst turns out to be quite good. Sometimes it's even considered their best stuff.

Unless he suddenly turns out to be a total psycho, he's a keeper

One man's frankness is another man's vulgarity.

There's something to be said for failing. It's not the failure you feel, it's the failure that people project when something disappoints. You're back to ground zero, where there's no expectations, and that's where I like to be.

The Abbot of Cîteaux was asked how they'd recognize the two hundred heretics among twenty thousand townspeople. He's said to have answered, 'Kill them all, God will know his own.'" Alex

Who would judge you?" she asked. "Who do you know who's done a good job? Name one parent that you think made it through without fucking their kid up in some specific way.

That does not surprise me,' Annie said and once again hung up the phone thinking that she had chosen to surround herself with people who were, for lack of a better term, retarded.

couldn't tell if it was love, but I also knew that I was no real judge of love, having never experienced it or even witnessed it a single time in my life.

No, she decided, she was taking care of him; someone in this family had to make sound decisions, even if they weren't as fascinating in the end, the lack of any explosions, no screaming or crying or psychological scarring. Then she thought of Daniel, growing an impressive beard in Wyoming, writing the most ridiculous bullshit a human could think of, and began to reconsider her judgment regarding potential love interests.

Who would judge you? Who do you know who's done a good job? Name one parent that you think made it through without fucking their kid up in some specific way.

Each time she brushed her fingers over the convex curve of her stomach, she noticed that the minister's wife, the upper part of her face a whirring glass eye, would purse her lips with disgust. Camille began to rub her stomach more and more often, smiling as the minister's wife expressed her sour displeasure with the proceedings like a Pavlovian response.

I don't want to go in there," Bessie said. "Everyone is going to stare at us." "No one is going to stare at you, Bessie," I told her. "They will. They'll think we're weirdos." "Honestly, Bessie? People don't care about anyone but themselves. They don't notice anything. They are never looking at what's interesting. They're always looking at themselves.

holding tight / to their pocketbooks / at the pearly gates / just in case.

Soon I realized that if beauty equalled forgiveness, I was never going to be forgiven.