Quotes About Judgment

is the epitome of unfairness that many people would choose the comfortable lie over the uncomfortable truth and, in this case, would brand you as the archvillain instead of him.

It is applied exclusively to girls. Have you noticed? I know a few wild boys, and people generally think none the worse of them—boys will be boys. I have never heard any of them called hoydens.

It is sometimes too delicious to hear evil of a person one has despised for many years.

Labels helped identify a person, perhaps, but they did not define him. Or her.

I cannot imagine anyone having such a criminal lack of sense.

It is not just that it is more difficult for women to succeed; they get treated much more harshly if ever they mess up.

More interesting is another cultural connection this reveals: that unpopular, controversial or just plain different views when voiced by a woman are taken as indications of her stupidity. It is not that you disagree, it is that she is stupid.

Yes, she'd sure as hell made a lot of mistakes, but the last she checked no one could cast the first stone.

beautiful. "But if we get out of here and you're . . . uh . . . old and—" ugly—"sixty years old or something . . .

The sign of a good decision is the multiplicity of reasons for it.

We are what we fear in others

Once I told Ha?anala about the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. . . . I told her how Abraham bargained with God for the lives of ten righteous men who might have lived there. She said to me, ?Abraham should have taken the babies from the cities. The babies were innocent.?

Who am I to judge a life misspent?

Whenever we said 'they,' Mama told us to name two." Claudette divides the lump of cheese, handing half to Albert. "Mama said if you can't name two actual real people, then you're just being prejudiced. So name two peasants who hate us.

Mama said if you can't name two actual real people, then you're just being prejudiced. So name two peasants who hate us.

She would not show her personality, and even if she did, nobody would see it; they would be too distracted by the thought of a mechanical cunt, endlessly absorbing discharge.

Who decides which… deaths are tragic and which are not? Who decides what is big and what is little? Is it a matter of numbers or physical mass or intelligence? If you are a little creature or a little person dying alone and in pain, you may not remember or know that you are little. If you are in enough pain, you may not remember who or what you are; you may know only your suffering, which is immense… What decides – common sense? Can common sense dictate such things?

She doesn't think that the mean people she knows are the most passionate; they just want to laugh at everything. But then she remembers that she laughed when a boy in class played a joke on an ugly girl and made her cry.

Never judge a book by its cover, especially when the book is a person, was the lesson.

Our children begin by loving us; as they grow up they judge us; sometimes they forgive us.

I don't want to judge you or anything, but other mothers don't talk about murder at the dinner table.

One can't mount a stripper pole wearing a metal diving suit.

Most morally ominous: from the second you choose one event over another, you're shaping the past's meaning.

To my mind, a small bit of catshit equals a catshit sandwich, unless I know where the catshit is and can eat around it.