Quotes About Judgment

La actitud de ellos me molestaba. Era básicamente cómo si me menospreciaran por mi aspecto físico. Era como si pensaran: A esta chava no le puede gustar este pobre desgraciado sin dientes. Cómo si los dientes tuvieran algo que ver con el amor.

Few people can see genius in someone who has offended them.

Who are you? Just because you break hearts doesn't make you a heartbreaker. Just because you get straight A's doesn't make you a success. Just because you have a college consultant doesn't make you college bound. Just because you fail to act doesn't make you cowardly. Just because you need help, doesn't make you weak. Just because the world sees you as something or as nothing doesn't mean anything at all.

For people to judge a man's worth and his very manhood according to the way he feels about sport, and not to recognize it for the piddly, inconsequential goings on that it really is...

There are always choices. But sometimes there are no good ones.

Refuse the anxiety. When you borrow trouble against what might be, you neglect the moment you have now to enjoy. The man who worries about what will next be happening to him loses this moment in dread of the next, and poisons the next with pre-judgment.

Had they been dogs they would have sniffed me over and then drawn back. But humans have no such inbred courtesies.

I bit my tongue and sat through his detailed and strained explanation. Not for the first time, I realized he considered me slightly slow. My silences he mistook for a lack of wit rather than a lack of any need to speak.

The man who worries about what will next be happening to him loses this moment in dread of the next, and poisons the next with pre-judgement.

sometimes there are no choices but poor ones.

Sometimes all the choices are poor ones, Fool, and still a man must choose.

She had called herself a whore. That was a man's word, a shame-word flung at a woman. But she did not seem ashamed. She wielded the word like a sword, slicing away all his preconceptions of who she was. She had earned her living by her sex, and she did not seem to regret it.

What would you have thought of me, when you were younger, if I'd gone out whoring at night, or brought women up to the room? How would you see women now? Or men?

When considering a man's motives, remember you must not measure his wheat with your bushel. He may not be using the same standard at all.

Because she felt no shame at all, you think it must all belong to you. People like her are so adept at passing on blame.

Take some advice, and you may survive this trip. When considering a man's motives, remember you must not measure his wheat with your bushel. He may not be using the same standard at all.

No man should be reminded that he has screamed in front of people who delighted in it.

There's a difference between thinking an action is wise and doing it.

When considering a man's motives, remember you must not measure his wheat with your bushel. He may not be using the same standard at all." And

When you borrow trouble against what might be, you neglect the moment you have now to enjoy. The man who worries about what will next be happening to him loses this moment in dread of the next, and poisons the next with pre-judgement.

But there is another type, one who goes about the world cadaverously, cheeks sunken, bones jutting, and one senses that he so disapproves of the whole of the world that he begrudges every bit of it that he takes inside himself. At that moment I would have wagered that Galen had never truly enjoyed one bite of food or one swallow of drink in his life.

If I had met you for the first time tonight, I would have despised you. You put me in mind of Regal." "Did I? Well, perhaps that reflect my belief that there is something to be learned from everyone that we meet.

if I fret about it, I shall have pre-judged myself to failure.

She had called herself a whore. That was a man's word, a shame-word flung at a woman. But she did not seem ashamed. She wielded the word like a sword, slicing away all his preconceptions of who she was. She had earned her living by her sex, and she did not seem to regret it.