Quotes About Judgment

She was no maid; if she could look on the grey wall's scenes of slaughter, why should she avert her eyes from the sight of men and women giving pleasure to one another?

I'm the same as you. The only difference is, I don't lie about what I am. So kill me, but don't call me a murderer while you stand there telling each other that your shit don't stink.

Small men curse what they cannot understand.

The septons were always going on about how the Father Above judges us all. If the Father would be so good as to topple over and crush Joff like a dung beetle, I might even believe it.

Words won´t make your mother a whore. She was what she was

The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

Grandmother,' Margaery said, 'mind your words, or what will Sansa think of us?' 'She might think we have some wits about us. One of us, at any rate.

I think you go to some hell for that. One o'the bad ones.

Asha climbed quickly, to the fifth story and the room where her uncle read. Not that there are any rooms where he does not read. Lord Rodrik was seldom seen without a book in hand, be it in the privy, on the deck of his Sea Song, or whilst holding audience. Asha had oft seen him reading on his high seat beneath the silver scythes. He would listen to each case as it was laid before him, pronounce his judgment . . . and read a bit whilst his captain-of-guards went to bring in the next supplicant.

When I don't fancy a man's eyes, I put an arrow through one.

May the Father judge him justly.

Was there ever a man as beautiful or as vile as this one?

He was always clever, even as a boy, but it is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.

What are gods for if not to sit in judgment over men? The Many-Faced God does not weigh men's souls, however. He gives his gift to the best of men as he gives it to the worst. Elsewise the good would live forever." The

Lady Selyse was as tall as her husband, thin of body and thin of face, with prominent ears, a sharp nose, and the faintest hint of a mustache on her upper lip. She plucked it daily and cursed it regularly, yet it never failed to return. Her eyes were pale, her mouth stern, her voice a whip. She cracked it now.

Ever' gal I ever seen you with looked like an ofay.

He brightened and viewed the tightly-packed black folk around him with a superior air.

but hardly a customer had crossed her threshold in a fortnight, except two or three Jewish girls from downtown who came up regularly to have their hair straightened because it wouldn't stand inspection in the Nordic world.

Never judge a critic by your agreement with his likes and dislikes.

There are no more thorough prudes than those who have some little secret to hide.

Intolerance itself is a form of egoism, and to condemn egoism intolerantly is to share it.

Intolerance is a form of egotism, and to condemn egotism intolerantly is to share it.

Trust the man who hesitates in his speech and is quick and steady in action, but beware of long arguments and long beards.

When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed.