Quotes About Judgment

what kind of woman would wantonly marry and adopt such a name? Shittlehope.

We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state; Good patriots, who, for a theory, risked a cause; Good kings, who disemboweled for a tax; Good Popes, who brought all good to jeopardy; Good Christians, who sat still in easy-chairs; And damned the general world for standing up. Now, may the good God pardon all good men!

The heart doth recognise thee, Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet, Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete,—- Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.

But Doc knew that was the key to successful lying. People judged what other people would do by what they themselves would do. You could tell a hell of a lot about a man by what he assumed others got up to. If you're looking for a thief, bet on the man who's always accusing his neighbors.

To know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody. —QUENTIN CRISP

The way I saw it, nobody thought the worse of a man who followed his pecker anywhere it sniffed, like a droopy-faced hound dog led on by his nose. So why a woman did the same should be judged different… well, women always is.

So why a woman did the same should be judged different … well, women always is. Judged different, I mean.

My Prince, Gavin thought, I seriously question your judgment.

Whose judgment do you think he faces, if not his own?

There's always somebody who feels like they have a right to judge.

It wasn't our place to judge them. It was our place to save them.

Whatever her life was now, Cricket had made her own mistakes in the past-was still making them, if André Deschênes was any indication-and frankly, she'd class some of them as mistakes only because she got caught.

Somehow, the softness in her deep gray eyes was worse than censure or a Queen's cold wrath.

Is this Morgan's game, or the Merlin's test?

He knows who this was, when he was something other than a tall, pretty young whore.

Clade upbringings fuck you up on so many levels, when you finally let the oppressive rightminding go and try to exist as an independent human being with things like judgment and will.

It was a morally complex equation.

I could tell Madame was included in that "girls," and it put my back up. She had years and miles on Dyer Stone, and brains to boot. But he had a prick, and inherited money, and a prick.

Patty's mouth twisted; her expression said creepy kid, but Genie was too lonely to get up and leave, even if she knew Patty didn't want her there.

Preconceptions influence the outcomes.

They were the first ones to die, you know. You can't accuse them of hypocrisy. The Governors Assessed their creators first.

Marlowe patted Matthew on the shoulder, and Matthew found himself grinning in naked relief; notorious rakehell, sodomite, and playboy he might be remembered as, but lately Christopher Marlowe was the only person who seemed willing to touch Matthew without some implication lying predatory behind it.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.

But what a horrible world 'society' is.