Quotes About Judgment

I am not about to say that what I put in my body has nothing whatsoever to do with my health, but I suddenly am surrounded by a world of health experts, and it gets tiresome. "You're eating a greasy cheeseburger, a man in your condition!" Deliver me. We'd all be a lot happier if we lived our own lives and allowed the son of a bitch down the street to live his. I just can't put it any more simply or directly than that.

If God has nothing better to do than punish schoolgirls for a bit of tomfoolery, then I've no use for God.

Evie didn't mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.

How can my ankles and arms be obscene?

The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.

Things aren't good or bad in and of themselves. It's what we do with them that makes them so.

Taylor clapped three times for attention. Ladies! Ladies! My stars! That's enough. Now. We all know Miss Arkansas's girls are fake, Miss Ohio's easier than making cereal, and Miss Montana's dress is something my blind meemaw would wear to bingo night. - Beauty Queens

I am dying a thousand cruel and unusual deaths as fifty pairs of eyes take me in, size me up like something that should be hanging over a fireplace in a gentleman's den.

Beggin' your pardon, miss, but I was told you be the one to help me cross on to the next world. Who told you this? His eyes widen. A fearsome creature with a head full of snakes! You musn't fear her, I say, taking the man's hand and leading his toward the river. She's as tame as a pussycat. She'd probably lick your hand given the chance. Didn't seem harmless, he whispers, shuddering. Yes, well, things are not always as they appear, sir, and we must learn to judge for ourselves.

Everyone seems to want more form me. I am a thoroughly disappointing girl around. I shall wear a scarlet 'D' upon my bosom for all to see so that they will know not to raise their expectations.

Did they find something wanting in you, Gemma, at the party? You didn't speak too freely or behave…strangely?" I grew claws and bayed at the moon. I confessed that I eat the hearts of small children. I told them I like the French.

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

A pair of Blue Noses on the next bench glared their disapproval at Evie's knee-length dress. Evie decided to give them a real show. She hiked her skirt and, humming jauntily, rolled down her stockings, exposing her legs. It had the desired effect on the Blue Noses, who moved down the platform, clucking about the "disgrace of the young." She would not miss this place.

I wouldn't expect you to get it, Daisy. You don't look at anything besides Photoplay—and even then somebody's gotta explain the pictures to you." Daisy's mouth hung open in outrage. "Well, I never!" "Yeah, that's what you tell all your fellas, but the rest of us aren't buying it. Go away, now, Daisy. Shoo, little fly!

At first, I was scared to be alone. No routines. No rules. Just me. But I think... Taylor wiped a tear away. I think I was always in the jungle. Before. It was always there. I think I had to come out here to find the answer. And what did you find? I love myself. They make it so hard for us to love ourselves. Taylor stared off into the dark. Her face gleamed with tears. Snot ran over her lips. The judges won't like that answer. Nobody's judging you. Taylor choked on a sob. Always, she whispered.

Choices. That's what made a man. Wasn't it?

if there's anything I'm starting to learn about people it's (a) that they are fundamentally suspicious and afraid of anyone who is "different," and (b) that fear makes them do and say asinine things.

A Evie le daba igual que le gritaran, pero odiaba sentirse juzgada. La irritaba, y hacía que se sintiera pequeña, fea y sin arreglo.

Creen que me conocen, pero no es así.

Nobody outside of a baby carriage or a judge's chamber believes in an unprejudiced point of view.

Very thin ladies, any age, with hand sewing on them, have always frightened me, beginning with a rich great-aunt and her underwear embroidered by nuns. The more bones that show on women the more inferior I feel.

When people react without knowing the whole story or empathizing with the parties involved, some very bad decisions get made.

How anybody in town could think me a murderer when I couldn't even throw a stray out into the rain, I cannot fathom.

Are you going to judge God by the circumstances you don't understand or judge the circumstances in the light of the character of God?