Quotes About Judgment

There is no position outside of reason where you can stand and lecture about reason and pass judgment on reason.

That is what whores are for, after all; to put up with the ecstasies of the unlovely

y si tengo algún derecho es el derecho a que no me juzgues de este modo, a no tener que justificarme: ni ante ti ni ante nadie.

Este no es un mundo posible –dice–. Es el único. Si eso lo convierte en el mejor o no, no debemos decidirlo ni usted ni yo.

Qué le da derecho a sentir asco por los tópicos cuando el resto del mundo los acepta y vive de acuerdo con ellos?

Qué le da a un desconocido, a un hombre que no la vio en su vida, el derecho a ponerse una toga escarlata y decir: «Una vida entera de encierro, ese es el valor de su vida»? O bien: «Veinticinco años en las minas de sal». ¡No tiene ningún sentido! ¡Hay crímenes que no se pueden medir!

I've always believed, she replied, that if God is going to be strict about anything, that He will be strict about the rules concerning hate, not love. And if two people love each other, that has to be better than two people hating each other. Beyond that, it's for God to sort out. I'm too frail to be such a judge.

No one will go to hell simply because all they needed was a little more time and they died prematurely.

When God is making these judgements, his purpose is not to keep as many people out of hell as possible. His goal is to get as many people into heaven as possible.

You must understand that in the afterlife, our personalities reflect an adult situation anyway, so we can say for sure that there will be no children in hell.

Payne looked back through the glass at the human on the bed. Yes. I am in love with him. And if you try to dissuade me by the fact that I have not lived yet enough to judge, I say unto you...fuck off.

You are perfect for a female. Not where I come from. Then they're using the wrong standard.

All kings are blind. The good ones see this and use more than their eyes to lead.

Quick question. Does this magical skill with gray matter come with a total lack of compunction for your kind, or is it just you who were born without a conscience? V: I beg your pardon?

They never held hands. Never kissed in front of anyone. And there were no covert hot glances, either. But then again, Blay was a gentleman. And Saxton the Classy Slut put on a good show. His cousin was a straight-up whore—

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.

This place is just too frickin precious, the cop said, eyeing a guy dressed in a hot pink leisure suit with makeup to match. Give me rednecks and home-grown beer any day of the week over this X-culture bullshit.

That human, he's a lesser waiting to happen, in my opinion--nothing less, nothing more

Bad deeds like beauty, are in the eye of the beholder.

He thinks I love him. As in… in love with him. Yeah. Go fig. Me in love with Qhuinn… a guy who, when he's not moody, is a slut and smart-ass. Except you want to know what the most fucked-up thing is, though? He's right.

Often people with fine countenances and fit bodies were mistakenly assumed by others to have the brains to match.

I mean, come on. He's kind of cute, in a Godzilla sort of way.

So, yeah, his people wouldn't have just frowned on his sex life; they would have handled him only with barbecue tongs while wearing a Hazmat suit and a welding mask

Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgment, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang on to, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past… And into a future that didn't require lies or excuses, because what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary—and not hing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.