Quotes About Judgment

Kill them all, and you are a god.

Soon after I left the hospital, I was wearing a comfortable white T-shirt and sweatpants. A man tossed a euro in my lap as he passed. He thought I was homeless.

Legend says Gabriel's trumpet will sound the last judgment. I do the same sort of thing with my rifle.

You can use charts to give you a plus or minus toward your view, but you can never start with the chart.

There were a few teachers who just did not like me because of my face. Once, I was told to stand in the corner until I cheered up. The attitude was, 'Oh, for God's sake, what's the matter with him?' But it's just a natural expression.

Just remember, that the people who sneer or quip are afraid too. Afraid of your ideas.

I know I'm not perfect, but I didn't think it was fair that they told me one thing and wrote down another.

It is foolish for Rubens to show her simpering. They were clearly guilty and did her much sorrow.

Recognizing masterpieces is the job of the critic, not writing competent reviews of the unimportant.

Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them and you have their shoes.

She had never met an actor who wasn't utterly dim

It's funny how easy it is to point out other peoples mistakes and make our own mistakes seem insignificant.

it is in the very fundamentals of evil that one always condemns it when they see it but rationalizes it when they do it.

When one sees herself and her kind as the standard of perfection against which all else is measured, it is impossible to have perspective.

Intelligence and compassion are the heart of what it means to be human. Help others where you can. That is clear enough. But a Creator may well want us to open our eyes, as well. If there is a judgment, God may not be particularly interested in how many hymns we sang or what prayers we memorized. I suspect He may instead look at us and say, "I gave you a brain, and you never used it. I gave you the stars, and you never looked.

O time! The beautifier of the dead, Adorner of the ruin, comforter And only healer when the heart hath bled— Time! The corrector where our judgments err, The test of truth, love, sole philosopher. —Lord Byron, Childe Harold IV, 1818

In the streets of Hau-kai, we wait. Night comes, winter descends, The lights of the world grow cold. And, in this three-hundredth year From the ascendancy of Bilat, He will come who treads the dawn. Tramples the sun beneath his feet, And judges the souls of men. He will stride across the rooftops, And he will fire the engines of God.

Miss Selby was thirty-four last February. But she looks thirty-five. I'd give her thirty-five easy.

Listen, Bob. A gun is just a tool. No better and no worse than any other tool, a shovel—or an axe or a saddle or a stove or anything. Think of it always that way. A gun is as good—and as bad—as the man who carries it. Remember that.

Effective people know when to stop assessing and make a tough call, even without total information. Little is worse than a manager who can't cut bait.

The biggest critics of my books are people who never read them.

People take you at your own evaluation, or at least the value that you appear to show.

It's tricky being shy. You blame yourself for it, and other people blame you too.

Beauty is skin deep, unless you have really bad tattoos.