Quotes About Judgment

I'd been chunky in junior high, close to fat, so I knew what I was talking about. So that no teenager out there will get the wrong idea and go all anorexic on me, I was a size thirteen in jeans, and that was at five foot nothing. See, I really was chunky. I hate women who complain about being fat when they're like a size five. Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts. I

don't let other people's eyes make you hate yourself.

Can you love a work of art if the person who produced it was truly awful?

My English is much better than my sister Elisa's," he adds affably. "Your English ees better," Elisa snaps, "because you love to talk to foreign girls. All foreign girls," she adds, sweeping her cold, dark, mascaraed gaze around at us to emphasize her message: that her brother is a big slut and we shouldn't be flattered by his attentions.

In the past we assumed it was out of a woman's control" whether or not she had a child. "Now we think it's her choice, so we can blame her.

Naturally I thought she was lying, but I soon came to realize that Hope—along with every other anorexically skinny girl in the office, and most of the guys—was able to accurately evaluate other people's weight. It was just when it came time to look in the mirror that everyone genuinely saw a wildebeest staring back.

My dear Mrs. Grimstone, sometimes cowardice is merely another word for common sense.

Its nice to know that your common sense stands between me and the grave.

If a man took a lover it would be accounted commonplace. Why shouldn't you? Your virtue lies in your mind, not in what lies between your legs.

The woman in purple subjected Jack to a critical inspection. "You must be Jack. Jane succeeded in part of her mission, at least." And then: "You don't look at all as I expected." "Fewer horns?" said Jack tersely.

el trote vivaz y el lento raciocinio eran, como el ingenio y el juicio[44], movimientos incompatibles.

And in this, Sir, I am of so nice and singular a humour, that if I thought you was able to form the least judgment or probable conjecture to yourself, of what was to come in the next page, - I would tear it out of my book.

The motto from Epictetus means, It is not things themselves, but opinions concerning things, which disturb men.

If it were up to me, all boys would come with a label: Failure to take in small doses may result in irrational behavior, poor judgment, and estrangement from one's friends.

He doesn't see my breasts or my waist or my hips. He only sees the nightmare.

My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can't decide if she had pissed off her hairdresser or is morphing into a monarch butterfly. I call her Hairwoman.

There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.

Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It's death porn for the masses.

How could filling in a bunch of blanks and writing a fluffy essay about the 'moment of significance' in my life let them know if I was good enough to go here?

Are you a man-whore? I asked as the loudest group of them teetered away on their high heels. (High heels? Really? At seven thirty in the morning? Shouldn't you actually have breasts before you start wearing heels?)

They keep asking questions like "What is wrong with you?" and "Do you think this is cute?" How can I answer? I don't have to. They don't want to hear anything I have to say.

How could men who liked cats be bad?

She wants to hear all about our day, how long I've lived in town, and asks little sideways questions about my parents, so she can figure out if I'm the kind of friend she wants for her daughter. I don't mind. I think it's nice that she cares.

They keep asking questions like 'What is wrong with you?' and 'Do you think this is cute?' How can I answer? I don't have to. They don't want to hear anything I have to say.