Quotes About Judgment

It didn't matter that I'd done none of those things. With shame, like horseshoes, proximity counts.

Most people put off my mother's erratic behavior to the fact that she was a writer, as if that just explained everything. To me that was just an excuse. I mean, brain surgeons can be crazy too, but no one says that's all right. Fortunately for my mother, I am alone in this opinion.

I was distracted, thinking about what she'd said, until she got to this last part. Sherman? I said. She nodded. That's John and Craig's friend. He's visiting from Shreveport. Sherman from Shreveport? I said. This is the guy you're determined I go out with? You can't judge a book by its cover! she snapped. When I slid my eyes toward Forbidden , she grabbed it up, shoving it back under the bed. You know what I mean. Sherman might be very nice.

With shame, like horseshoes, proximity counts.

Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside.

When people first heard this, or saw me and remembered it, they always made that face. The one with the sad look, accompanied by the cock of the head to the side and the softening of the chin—oh my goodness, you poor thing. While it was usually well intentioned, to me it was just a reaction of muscles and tendons that meant nothing. Nothing at all. I hated that face. I saw it everywhere.

It was bad to be embarrassed, hard to be ashamed. But pitied? That was the worst of all.

You know," he said after a moment, "it's a shame you feel that way. Because I think he likes you." I just looked at him. "Did you not hear him tell me I was fat the other day?" "He didn't say you were fat," Nate replied. "He said you looked a little rotund." "How is that different?

Either you're standing under your haloes, eyes up to heaven, or you're munching apples in their faces and flashing your bush. I'm not even sure they know which one they prefer. The best you can do is choose when you change your costume

How do ugly men make their way through life?

it is not what you do or don't do, but how convincingly you can be accused of it.

Punish you for what? said Jack. Everything! Nothing. I don't know. That's the problem, said Holly. That's what happens when you grow up the way I did. You spend the rest of your life just waiting for God to smite the shit out of you.

Some people will punish you merely for witnessing their weakness. Even if they sought you out and asked for help. Even if you helped. Especially if you helped.

It's just not fair. And things need to be fair. Judges make things fair, and so will I.

It drives me crazy how quickly the great ones get canonized. 'Blah-blah-blah is such a terrible loss.' Does that mean that the death of one mediocre slob is not as terrible? Do fags have to be geniuses to justify living?

The newly dubbed General Lafayette was only nineteen years old. Considering Independence Hall was also where the founders calculated that a slave equals three-fifths of a person and cooked up an electoral college that lets Florida and Ohio pick our presidents, making an adolescent who barely spoke English a major general at the age I got hired to run the cash register at a Portland pizza joint was not the worst decision ever made there.

it does get on my nerves how easy it is for tall people to make a good first impression.

It would never occur to me to wear pink, just as it would never occur to Michael Douglas to play a poor person.

Assumptions are often wrong.

your judgement judges you and defines you

You can know a man by his devils and the way he gives hurts.

I once was married," said Padilla when the subject came to that. "In Chihuahua when I was fifteen. I had a kid before I was a man myself." I didn't approve of his boasting that he had left a wife and kid behind in Mexico, but then the tall girl said she had a child too, and maybe the other did also and just didn't say, and so I let the subject pass, since if so many do the same wrong there maybe is something to it that's not right away apparent.

I would as lief look upon a piece of pastrami-stained paper as on the face of Alfred Kazin.

If a man disliked you, he would dislike you for all the reasons he could think of.