Quotes About Judgment

Anybody with one eye and half a brain could tell what a tool that guy is.

Before Elaine, Sherilyn was my closest girl friend. I still like Sherilyn, but after so many years of knowing each other, the little things started to pile up and bug me. She cares way too much about what Mairi and Hadley think. It's embarrassing. Even when we were little, she was rushing to impress them, rushing to anything them, and she just never measured

definitely don't think he's a good guy for you. All of those lacrosse guys are so douchey.

What right does she have to weigh in when she doesn't even live here anymore?

They aren't as douchey as people say. They're good people.

Probablemente clasificaría a Chris con las chicas fiesteras, las chicas que duermen con todos, las chicas que no son "mejores que eso". Se equivocaría. Todas somos iguales.

How dare he say I need to grow up? What does he know about anything? As if he's so mature!

Wow, so homophobic.

In French class, I hear Emily Nussbaum whisper to Genevieve, "If it turns out she's preggo, do you think Kavinsky will pay for the abortion?" Genevieve whispers back, "No way. He's too cheap. Maybe half." And everyone laughs. My face burns in mortification. I want to scream at them, We didn't have sex! We are brisket!

John took a long time to decide. He went around the circle, weighing all of our merits. Peter was a fast runner, Trevor was strong, Genevieve was crafty, Chris could handle herself in a fight, and for me he said I would never give up hope of being rescued. So he picked me.

How could she blame him for being insensitive when she was so insecure?

I hate often and easily. I hate, for example, people who sit with their legs splayed. People who claim to give 110 percent. People who call themselves "comfortable" when what they mean is decadently rich. You're so judgmental, my shrink tells me, and I cry all the way home, thinking of it.

For fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, she'd suspend her fierce judgment of the world and fall silent there. And when she did, a tiny space would clear in my head and I could think again.

She has never liked me because I don't have a proper degree. Feral librarians, they call us, as in just wandered out of the woods.

Ben told me once that the Greeks had this term, epoché, meaning "I suspend judgment." Useful for those of us prone to making common cause with strangers on buses. Sudden alliances, my brother calls them. I have to be careful. My heart is prodigal.

My friend laughs. "I don't think they go with the way you dress." How do I dress? I wonder. Like a bus driver is the answer.

Is she a good baby? People would ask me. Well, no, I'd say.

In Religion within the Limits of Reason Alone he goes so far as to claim that conscientious moral judgement cannot err. The voice of conscience, which is our internal moral judge, can serve as a 'guiding thread' (Leitfaden) in matters of doubt.

contentment is an inward, quiet, gracious frame of spirit-the whole soul, judgment, thoughts, will, affections and all are satisfied and quiet.

The principle of utility judges any action to be right by the tendency it appears to have to augment or diminish the happiness of the party whose interests are in question... if that party be the community the happiness of the community, if a particular individual, the happiness of that individual.

Judges of elegance and taste consider themselves as benefactors to the human race, whilst they are really only the interrupters of their pleasure.

I showed them a clip from Brokeback Mountain, which I think was done a tremendous disservice when they pitched it as a gay cowboy movie. I didn't see it, but it's fairly clear from the trailer that the point of the movie is that it's great to have a job that consumes most of your day.

There are many ways to tell if someone is a bit thick. You can sit them in a room and ask them to push various bits of plastic into a wooden box. Or you can ask them to describe a cloud. Or you can carefully measure the distance between their eyes, the height of their forehead or the length of their arm.

We waste an enormous amount of time making decisions based entirely on this fanciful notion that we like alternatives.