Quotes About Judgment

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There is no divine judge. So we must supply for ourselves notions of good and ill.

My form is neither pleasing nor displeasing," she said. "But I've let the world see how little I care for its verdict.

And to this I add: there is no divine intervention. There is no divine judge. So we must supply for ourselves notions of good and ill. This is the purview and millstone of the philosophe.

A very special case. A few years more, and that pretty creature who you love too much, I think, will, without ever loving them, have known as many men as there are beads on her aunt's rosary. No happy medium! Either a nun or a monster! God's bosom or sensual passions! It would, perhaps, be better to put her in a convent, since we put hysterical women in the Saltpetriere! She does not know vice, she invents it! That was ten years ago before the day our story begins and... Raoule was not a nun.

It is not human to be wise,' said Blood. 'It is much more human to err, though perhaps exceptional to err on the side of mercy.

When all is said, a man's final judgment of his fellows must be based upon his knowledge of himself

Unreason is an essential medicine as long as you do not overdose.

Her exceptional beauty also helps her to keep her secrets. Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty; we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.

Finally turning his head, he regarded me appraisingly, with contempt so thick that I expected to hear it drizzle to the floor with a spattering sound.

The world needed a little Evil, so Good had something to compare itself to, but you couldn't let it think it had the right-of-way on the road and an invitation to dinner.

Life would be easy if common sense ruled; but sometimes the easy way doesn't feel like the right way.

People existed, however, who believed that closet racist were everywhere around them. They needed to believe this in order to have prupose and meaning in their lives, and to have someone to hate.

pity very often—not always—comes with an unspoken and sometimes unrecognized element of contempt.

Every day we make our way through a moral forest, along pathways ever branching. Often we get lost. When the array of paths before us is so perplexing that we can't make a choice, or won't, we can hope that we will be given a sign to guide us. A reliance on sighs, however, can lead to the evasion of all moral obligations, and thus earn a terrible judgment.

We are coming now to dark shoals in rough waters, to straits so narrow that virtue and wickedness voyage close together and may be at times more difficult than usual to differentiate from each other.

The uniqueness of every soul is not a theme that our current culture, obsessed with group identities, cares to assert. But Henry was himself and no one else, and judging by

Even the wisest and the best of us can be foolish occasionally.

I hate the people who think we're just part of the great unwashed

He turns to consider them with disapproval.

My pity was quickly exceeded by a kind of righteous rage, which is a dangerous emotion, clouding judgment, precluding caution. In this condition, which I do not seek, which frightens me, which comes over me as though I have been possessed, I can't turn away from what must be done. I plunge. My friends, those few who know my secrets, think my compulsion has a divine inspiration. Maybe it's just temporary insanity.

May the judgment not be too heavy upon us.

Even decent people must occasionally choose between the lesser of two evils.

Judge Sheila Draper-Cruxton.