Quotes About Judgment

As I moved deeper into the room, his gaze dropped to my feet, and worked its way back to my face. I was wearing faded jeans, boots, and a snug pink Juicy T-shirt I got on sale at TJ Maxx last summer that said I'm a Juicy girl. "I bet you are," he murmured.

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?

Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo.

If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.

The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.

There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them.

You can't look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart.

Why have you chosen to spare me?" "I want us to be…what is your word? Friends." "Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapist or I would not have offered." "Ha." I'd set myself up for that one.

The good guys and bad guys aren't as easy to tell apart as I used to think they were. You can't look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart.

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

I've spent enough time behind a bar that I've formed a few opinions about what people wear and what it says about them. Guys who wear black from head to toe fall into two categories: they want to be trouble, or they are trouble.

Tramp stamp or get the fuck out.

But if there's one thing I've learned in life it's this: assume makes an ass out of 'u' and 'me

You're ashamed of me. Because I'm fat. That's why you don't want them to see me." She slit her eyes open just barely, lids heavy. "I'm not ashamed of you. And you're not fat." "Look at my belly," he said tearfully, clutching it with both paws and jiggling. She smiled. "I like your belly. I think it's a perfectly wonderful belly, all soft and round.

Aw, kiss him, Gwen, clamored a hundred perky eggs. Shut up, she rebuked. We don't even know him, and until moments ago we thought he was dead. That's no way to start a relationship.

Just saying, things ain't always bad just 'cause you don't understand 'em or ain't like 'em. That's like thinking anybody who's smarter or faster is dangerous just 'cause they got more brains or quicker feet. Ain't fair. Peeps can't help how they're born.

I'd rather be fearless and criticized than fearful and approved of. That's the bloody choice sometimes.

With the Book hitching rides, hiding on people, guess we're all going to be dressing like skanks for a while, huh? Skintight or skin. Dude, everybody's everything's gonna be hanging out, and some o' those fat chicks at the abbey are gonna gross my eyeballs right outta my head. Muffin tops and camel toes, gah!

What's not right about her, Farley?" she asked curiously. An annoyed humph. A few ahems, then a thoroughly miffed, "She's a fine enough lass, that is, when one is able to actually look at her, but"--he broke off with a deeply aggrieved sigh and cleared his throat several times before continuing--"'twould appear she's haveing, er...solidity problems.

I hate sentences that begin with my name followed by the claim—indubitably erroneous—that the speaker knows something about me. Those kinds of sentences rank right up there with the ones that begin with You know what your problem is? That's always a doozy. Talk about a trick question. Nothing worth hearing ever follows that preface.

we believe others are capable of the worst we ourselves are capable of

Rowena was wrong. She was so wrong. There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, are as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We can only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we can no longer aim for the light.

You might not think it sounds like much of a disguise, but I know a thing or two about people. The world notices pretty, well-dressed young women. And it tries real hard not to see the unattractive, sloppy ones. If you're bad enough, you get the thousand-yard stare that slides right off you.

Nem olyan könny? megkülönböztetni egymástól a jó- és a rosszfiúkat, mint korábban hittem. Nem elég ránézni valakire ahhoz, hogy ítélkezzünk. A szívünkkel kell látnunk.