Quotes About Judgment

We become familiar with the outsides of men, as with the outsides of houses, and think we know them, while we are ignorant of so much that is passing within them.

Unmerited compliments are the keenest reproaches.

A perfect work destroys the critic's art.

A young lady can only look charming at so much per yard. A pretty miss in calico is a lovely woman in silk; and a charming girl in muslin is an angel in satin. At least she thinks so, and who would contradict a lady?

A sound discretion is not so much indicated by never making a mistake, as by never repeating it.

A peculiar work in any art must not be too hastily judged. New styles have to create new tastes.

It is only an error of judgment to make a mistake, but it argues an infirmity of character to adhere to it when discovered.

People get mad at the wrong things, blame the wrong people, and for the wrong reasons! Please, think before you act.

Love is when you let someone be the way she is. When you let up on your judgments of someone, there is a free space in which forgiveness and love occur.

Your anger is unreasonable and unfair. Let it stay that way. Trying to make it seem reasonable - which usually consists of trying to make the resented person wrong - is the source of all the judgments and explanations that remove you further from the person and further from your experience of the sensations that arose in your body.

Most suffering is generated by the tendency of the mind to moralize and judge, and to mistake belief for reality. 4.

In the end, we are our choices.

point of view is worth 80 IQ points"—a

Del didn't know, but in the end, he didn't care about thin lines and all that she-said, he-said stuff.

His face reminded Myron of a magnified photo of head lice.

The man made a huffing noise and looked away. Norm shrugged. "You'd think he never saw a Jew before." "He probably hasn't," Win said. Norm looked back over at the ruddy-faced man. "Look!" Zuckerman said, pointing to his head. "No horns!" Even Win smiled. Zuckerman

And what kind of warped mind names a kid Tito Marshall? Bad enough to go through life with a moniker like Myron. But Tito Marshall? No wonder the kid had turned out as a neo-Nazi. Probably started out as a virulent anti-Communist. Victoria

On the news, the neighbors are always like, 'Gee, I didn't know that nice man was chopping up little kids—he always seemed so polite.' But you go back, you ask their schoolteachers, you ask their childhood friends, they almost always tell a different story. They're never surprised.

Adult suburbia can be a lot like high school.

Butterface." Then Thomas spoke slowly. "But. Her. Face." Adam tried not to smile

Big Reg was twice divorced, separated from his third wife, and had two other women with him today. Both women wore navel-revealing tube tops, and neither had the figure for it. The tube tops appeared so tight they squeezed all flesh south, giving both women a gourdlike shape. "You." Hester pointed at the tube top on the right. "Me?" Somehow, despite the word being one syllable, she had managed to crack gum mid-word. "Yes.

Someone parked two spots away from the red Buick. The car door opened, and a pole dancer got out. Yes, Maya knew her occupation. Long blond hair, shorts that barely covered half a cheek, a boob job that lifted them high enough to double as earrings—you didn't need the pole dancing equivalent of gaydar to see that this woman was either a pole dancer or a sixteen-year-old boy's fantasy come to life. When

The pretty blond girl said, "Good evening, Mr. Sutton!" They were both clean-cut and smiling and neatly dressed, and for some reason, a reason Harry couldn't put his finger on—a reason that he'd soon learn was primitive and instinctive and absolutely correct—Harry felt more fear than he'd ever felt in his life.

If you judge the world by Facebook, you wonder why so many people take Prozac.