Quotes About Judgment

They did not know that the misfortune of having average taste is a great deal worse than the misfortune of having no taste at all.

a desgraça de um gosto mediano é ainda pior do que a desgraça de não ter gosto nenhum

Dios os contempla, mierdosos, y se avergüenza de vosotros...

On me donne de l'or. Beaucoup d'or. Mais je n'ai pas le droit de le dépenser. Personne ne veut rien me vendre. J'ai une maison et beaucoup d'or, mais je dois digérer la honte de tout le village. Ils me paient pour que j'aie des remords à leur place. De tout ce qu'ils font de mal ou d'impie. De tous leurs vices. De leurs crimes. De la foire aux vieux. Des bêtes torturées. Des apprentis. Et des ordures.

Maga is olyan, mint a többi! – mondta. – Azt hiszi, hogy a nÅ'knek szépnek kell lenniük…

Un hombre con un chándal blanco abrió la cabina y se guardó la propina que, aunque se supone que se dan para beber, le serviría para comer, porque tenía cara de mentiroso

It's so damn easy to judge. But as Paolo knows from his niece, no matter how much you want someone back in your life, sometimes it's the letting-them-back-in part that hurts the most

It's far easier to judge others than to judge yourself.

You reason well, and your wit is bold, but you are too prejudiced. You do not let your eyes see nor your ears hear, and that which is outside your daily life is not of account to you. Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are, that some people see things that others cannot?

All men are mad in some way or the other; and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen, too—the rest of the world.

And she was quite tolerable to look at, you say?" said Mr Lascelles. "You never saw her?" said Drawlight. "Oh! she was a heavenly creature. Quite divine. An angel." "Indeed? And such a pinched-looking ruin of a thing now! I shall advise all the good-looking women of my acquaintance not to die," said Mr Lascelles.

But these people were judged very stupid by their friends. Was not Jonathan Strange known to be precisely the sort of whimsical, contradictory person who would publish against himself?

It is also true that his hair had a reddish tinge and, as everybody knows, no one with red hair can ever truly be said to be handsome. At

People ask, How did you get in there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can't answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It's easy.

How many girls do you think a seventeen-year-old boy would have to screw to earn the label compulsively promiscuous? Three? No, not enough. Six? Doubtful. Ten? That sounds more likely. Probably in the fifteen-to-twenty range, would be my guess--if they ever put that label on boys, which I don't recall their doing. And for seventeen-year-old, how many boys?

How many girls do you think a seventeen-year-old boy would have to screw to earn the label compulsively promiscuous? Three? No, not enough. Six? Doubtful. Ten? That sounds more likely. Probably in the fifteen-to-twenty range, would be my guess--if they ever put that label on boys, which I don't recall their doing. And for seventeen-year-old girls, how many boys?

The question was, What could we do? Could we get up every morning and take showers and put on clothes and go to work? Could we think straight? Could we not say crazy things when they occurred to us? Some of us could; some of us couldn't. In the world's terms, though, all of us were tainted.

Camminare verso la verità, nella verità, voleva dire non avere alcun timore di entrare in una dimensione più profonda, quella dell'amore che niente pretende, niente separa, cieco davanti ogni forma di giudizio.

Antes de juzgar a una persona, camina durante tres lunas con sus mocasines.

Obsidian eyes met hers, unreadable and assessing. Men didn't generally pay her much attention except to make an even number in a dance. And now she had a secret nearly-betrothed and a supposed teacher, one who looked like an angel and one a devil, and both with awful reputations. Best to remember that neither of them likely had anything good in mind for her.

I wonder: Can a brainless animal feel curiosity? Does it want to play? Or does it only "want" toys or food the way a plant "wants" the sun? Does a sea star experience consciousness? If it does, what does consciousness feel like to a sea star? Clearly, I have entered a world I cannot judge by the rules I have learned on land among vertebrates

Take that rose bush, for example. We are all looking at the same plant, but our perception of it varies according to the way we each think and see. One person may see a vigorous rose, another may see a rose that could benefit from a little pruning, and a third may see a mess that no amount of attention would save. The rose bush isn't changing; it's the way we personally perceive it that differs, the way each of us thinks that colors our perception.

Among the smaller duties of life I hardly know any one more important than that of not praising where praise is not due.

Consider the source...Don't be a fool by listening to a fool.