Quotes About Judgment

It's good to be open-minded, but not so open that your brains fall out. -Jacob Needleman

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

Never judge anyone by another's opinions. We all have different sides that we show to different people.

You shouldn't call then anything. They're poor unfortunate people who cannot help the way they look

May I not sit in judgment. May I be open to hearing and accepting the truth of what I am told. May my decisions be for the good of all concerned. May my work bring peace . . . Charlotte

Mama was always saying I was a brain snob, that I didn't like people who didn't think. I didn't know if that was snobby. Who wanted to walk around explaining everything to people all the time?

But it's what the world does to people. It makes some of us feel ugly and it makes some of us look like criminals, like angry fools.

Except among those whose education has been in the minimalist style, it is understood that hasty moral judgments about the past are a form of injustice

Except among those whose education has been in the minimalist style, it is understood that hasty moral judgments about people in the past are a form of injustice.

We are all bundles of wild and warrantless convictions, especially about one another, and when one gets an accidental glimpse of someone else's candid mind, the sight is dread-inspiring. For his cozy chamber of horrors - and particularly his facts - are owned and enjoyed in complete faith.

People think that they have no right to judge a 'fact' - all they have to do is to accept it.

He judges the present time in virtue of a meta-historical fact, and the incursion of this event into the present is the only force capable of throwing off the dead weight of social and political institutions which are gradually crushing the life out of our present civilization.

A first order of conclusions will likely appear even more abstract and difficult! It is that Christians must not judge, act, or live according to principles, but according to the reality of the eschaton, lived out here and now. This is exactly the opposite of a moralism.

To the extent that propaganda is based on current news, it cannot permit time for thought or reflection. A man caught up in the news must remain on the surface of the event; be is carried along in the current, and can at no time take a respite to judge and appreciate; he can never stop to reflect. There is never any awareness--of himself, of his condition, of his society--for the man who lives by current events.

A sacral society is one in which everything, including whatever is not sacred, is judged from the standpoint of the sacred. The profane is not the sacred, but it can exist only in a society which orders everything with reference to the sacred. The fact that man treats a given element as sacred does not mean that the rest is not sacred for the world is a whole. What it means is that the rest is located with reference to the ever present sacred.

If books were judged by the bad uses man can put them to, what book has been more misused than the Bible?

You go down to the bottom of the sea, where the water isn't even blue anymore, where the sky is only a memory, and you float there, in the silence. And you stay there, and you decide, that you'll die for them. Only then do they start coming out. They come, and they greet you, and they judge the love you have for them. If it's sincere, if it's pure, they'll be with you, and take you away forever.

În sufletul fiec?ruia exist? aceast? dorin?? profund?, mai mult sau mai pu?in ascuns?, de a se putea exprima f?r? s? fie judecat, ori încurajat, nici alinat, respins sau etichetat. Pur ?i simplu, s? fie ascultat pentru a se în?elege mai bine pe sine.

I had said to some pastor that I was having thoughts, and the church turned on me. They went to my mom and said, So sorry about your son.

It's the sad thing about entertainment, it's not always about who is the best.

The word 'slut' (in patois) was repeated over and over, until suddenly I felt as if I were drowning in a well but instead of the well being filled with water it was filled with the word 'slut,' and it was pouring in through my eyes, my ears, my nostrils, my mouth. As if to save myself, I turned to her and said, 'Well, like father like son, like mother like daughter.

I never wanted to live in that place again, but if for some reason I was forced to live there again, I would never accept the harsh judgments made against me by people whose only power to do so was that they had known me from the moment I was born.

I had just begun to notice that people who knew the correct way to do things such as hold a teacup, put food on a fork and bring it to their mouth without making a mess on the front of their dress—they were the people responsible for the most misery, the people least likely to end up insane or paupers.