Quotes About Judgment

I was greeted at the Magraths' apartment door by a dumpy, pie-faced woman with a frizz of unsprung black hair. She wore black spandex leggings and an oversized T-shirt with an equally oversized message stamped across the front: Don't Give Me Attitude, I Have One of My Own. This witticism ran six full lines, drawing my eyes southward over her person from wavering bosom to detumescent belly, a journey I regret even now.

Here is the dirty little secret: the error rate in criminal verdicts is much higher than anyone imagines.

Don't worry about how things look. People are going to think whatever they think. The hell with 'em. You can't worry about it.

Grand juries serve for months, and they figure out pretty quickly what the gig is all about: accuse, point your finger, name the wicked one. A

If the atheist believes that suffering is bad or ought not to be, then he's making moral judgments that are possible only if God exists.

there is nothing so brittle as someone else's perfection.

For we must all appear before the judgment-seat of Christ; that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad." [2 Cor. v. 10]

What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do - especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.

There is no possible line of conduct which has at some time and place been condemned, and which has not at some other time and place been enjoined as a duty.

The law told people what to do but gave them no power to do it. It was given to reveal sin, not to be a savior.

I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

He who meanly admires mean things is a Snob.

It is impossible, in our condition of Society, not to be sometimes a Snob.

A woman may possess the wisdom and chastity of Minerva, and we give no heed to her, if she has a plain face. What folly will not a pair of bright eyes make pardonable? What dullness may not red lips are sweet accents render pleasant? And so, with their usual sense of justice, ladies argue that because a woman is handsome, therefore she is a fool. O ladies, ladies! there are some of you who are neither handsome nor wise.

The moral world has no particular objection to vice, but an insuperable repugnance to hearing vice called by its proper name.

What you say about me, you're really saying about yourself.

Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of. Both ends are out of sight.

There was this guy lying on the couch," Laila recalled. "I had no idea who he was. I just remember thinking, 'Uh-oh.' I had this feeling as if a bomb had dropped. I kind of knew from the second I saw him that I would either love him or hate him.

She was not a writer herself but she was a very good reader, passionate and eclectic in her tastes, and my father had great faith in her judgments.

For anyone wishing to argue that once things were worse than they are now, the Middle Ages are ideal. It is widely supposed that having gotten out of them was one of the accomplishments of modern civilization. No contemporary scholar, one might think, would make such a mistake in judgment. A one-man multitude, Pinker champions the case to the contrary. "The people of the middle ages were, in a word, gross."31

You can't judge a book by its cover," he said. "No," said Watts. "But you can tell how much it's gonna cost!

By this time a lot of men and women of doubtful reputation were hanging around Jesus, listening intently. The Pharisees and religion scholars were not pleased, not at all pleased. They growled, 'He takes in sinners and eats meals with them, treating them like old friends.'"6 I love that translation. He wasn't just tolerating the people of doubtful reputation; He was treating them like old friends!

Anything that sounds or looks beautiful would seem to that crowd to be merely pretty, shallow, and therefore deeply suspect—morally suspect, even, I found out. Noise, for them, is deep; beauty shallow.

By my reckoning, you are issued about a dozen friends in life, and if one of mine happens to be in a prison jumpsuit, well, better him than me, but that doesn't erase the bond.