Quotes About Judgment

My guess is, six of one, half a dozen of the other. Crows

He'd described himself as looking like a child molester waiting for a chance to strike. He wasn't comfortable with his appearance.

You might have noticed that the human animal is fond of forming and clinging to prejudices, remaining their steadfast curator in the face of all reason and contradiction.

She sincerely liked Mattie because unlike the others, Mattie never found the time to do jury duty on other people's lives.

But she noticed that some of the people who had spoken to her before made a point of having something else to do with their eyes when she passed, although she could almost feel them staring at her back as she moved on.

Where could she be going with all them kids? The welfare office wasn't open. She was greeted with the friendly caution that women hold toward unmarried women who repeatedly have children—since they aren't having them by their own husbands, there is always the possibility they are having them by yours.

An entire week of drawn shades was evidence enough to send her flying around with reports that as soon as it got dark they pulled their shades down and put on the lights. Heads nodded in knowing unison—a definite sign. If doubt was voiced with a "But I pull my shades down at night too," a whispered "Yeah, but you're not that way" was argument enough to win them over.

Like all young men, you greatly exaggerate the difference between one young woman and another.

The test! It was as if they believed the test was an infallible superbeing that had descended to earth on a great space ark surrounded by thunderbolts of perfection.

And now I'm supposed to believe that the leader of the three, Alpha Rat, is a good guy because he fell on his head.

Dark hair, olive skin, handsome features. It always made Amy guilty to find him good-looking. Ian Kabra.

If it looks like a duck, and it quacks like a duck, it's probably a duck." Well, that isn't always true. It looks like Ambrose, and it talks like Ambrose. But no way that's Ambrose.

Carl Jung explained that we tend to attack in others what we are most uncomfortable with in ourselves. When vulnerability is the enemy, it is attacked wherever it is perceived, even in a best friend.

As William Plumer of New Hampshire complained, "It is impossible to censure measures without condemning men.

Prejudgments become prejudices only if they are not reversible when exposed to new knowledge.

Given a thimbleful of [dramatic] facts we rush to make generalizations as large as a tub.

It is of no consequence what others think of you. What matters is what you think of them. That is how you live your life.

That's why Priscus is wisest of all: silence cannot be judged. Silence masks all things or no thing. Only Priscus can tell us what his silence conceals, but since he won't, we suspect him great.

I have never been an eavesdropper, even in childhood. Not from any sense of virtue but because I really do not want to know what people think of me or, to be precise, what they say of me - often a different matter. I can usually imagine the unpleasant judgements, for we are what others needs us to be. That is why our reputations change so often and so drastically, reflecting no particular change in us, merely a change in the mood of those who observe us.

This is not at all bad, except as prose.

As we rounded a small pavilion, we nearly stepped into a pair of figures — who leapt apart. One was William de la Touche Clancey. The other was a well-made boy of perhaps sixteen, carefully got up to resemble a swell; only the red blunt hands betrayed the fact that he was a workie. So! Clancey gave his accusing goose-like hiss. The boy looked embarrassed, as well he should. There are some things that the poor ought not to do even for money.

He had the reputation for being stupid, and I see no reason for altering this common judgment.

Mrs. Todd was a pretty if coarse-looking girl with thick brows, an endearing husky laugh and rather too much flesh on her bones for my taste, which often rules me but is no tyrant.

And they think you saints are all rubes! What's a rube? A holy man.