Quotes About Judgment

Ikey had passed his seventieth year and considered anyone under fifty to be callow, at best.

I won't tolerate vanity in a man, though I will in a woman.

Don't be reviling yourself. None of us is such fine judges of what to do.

He decided not to shoot the tall stranger, mainly because he admired his soft felt hat.

They say he missed that whore.

One mark of a good officer, he remembered, was the ability to make quick decisions. If they happen to be right, so much the better

The hammer has fallen.

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Matthew 7:3

trust his intent, question his judgment

A person, Bobby would tell his oldest daughter Kathleen, could be judged by the enemies he made.

Out in Montana you wouldn't be worth dirtying a man's hands on. Or his boots. So we'd handle him this way. Nice and clean.

We always have a choice. That's what Grady said too. What does that even mean? That there is a right thing to do and there is a wrong thing to do. Simple. Judgmental. And if you are the person someone is asking that question about, you have chosen wrong—as if the world is divided between the people who have never made a big mistake. And the people who have.

I'd learned early on that people stay away if they think you're struggling. They don't want the stink to fall on them too.

I'll just assume that whatever your mother did wrong, she did one thing great. That's you. She figured it out enough to make you. I can overlook the rest. And you can have the freedom to feel whatever you want toward her. With no judgment.

Knowing Finn thought I was an awful driver. Like, running of gas while getting a speeding ticket awful.

parecía que la única virtud de Mamá Elena era la de encontrar defectos.

Los juicios, en definitiva, nos acercan o nos alejan de los otros, y hay que saber hacerlos a un lado para poder captar la verdadera esencia de cualquier persona. Esto suena muy fácil, pero no lo es. (P. 186)

She liked what she saw, although she knew being a not-beautiful woman was supposed to be a tragedy.

He was tired of everyone believing they knew everything there was to know about him, as if a person never grew, a person never changed, a person was born a weird and dreamy little kid with too-red lips and stayed that way forever just to keep things simple for everyone else.

Everyone loves a villain. Or maybe not a villain, exactly, but someone you can point out and say, I might be weird, but I'm not weird like her.

It is nice. But a pretty face is just a lucky accident. Pretty can't feed you. And you'll never be pretty enough for some people.

Later, she also saw that innocence need be nothing of the kind, and that conventional morality might have its own impurity.

Addison:Well,she's not your type. Vincent:Sweetness,if a girl's got tits and a warm pussy,she's my type.

And just like that I had my lesson. I shouldn't assume that every woman a man bashes gave him a him a good reason to do it.- Anita Blake