Quotes About Judgment

Hillary Clinton wants to be president, but she doesn't have the temperament or - as Bernie Sanders said very strongly - the judgment to be president. She does not have the judgment.

If I wanted pity, I got it because I'm illegitimate. And when I didn't want it I was mean and nasty.

People have misconceptions about Marilyn Manson, of course, but they can think what they want.

That's how I judge a quarterback: Either you make plays or you don't. I don't even want to talk about mechanics.

Once your name gets out, people just want to crack you.

The righteous will claim sole domain on judgement. The righteous are the first to make hands into fists, the first to shout down dissenters, the first to bully others into compliance.

The man patrolling his prejudices never sleeps.

Too easy to conclude, with a private sneer, that men were simple. Granted, had they been strangers, they might well be circling and sniffing each other's anuses right now.

In all that is to come, think on forgiveness. Hold to it, but know too that it must not always be freely given. Sometimes forgiveness must be denied.

It's a poor scholar who trusts anyone's judgement. Even and perhaps especially his own.

He would look upon my house and pronounce it adequate. Adequate! Oh, how I hated that word! My sweat, my blood, and he called them adequate! And then he would walk inside and close the door, and I would place the last stone, and the house would vanish! I don't think I like Gothos.

such states existed only in comparison

am not the one to ask. Does the sun lift into the sky outside then collapse once more? Do bells sound to proclaim a control where none truly exists? Do mortal fools still measure the increments leading to their deaths, wagering pleasures against costs, persisting in the delusion that deeds have value, that the world and all the gods sit in judgement over every decision made or not made? Do

the question of what is deserved should rarely, if ever, be asked. Asking it leads to deadly judgement, and acts of unmitigated evil. Atrocity revisited in the name of justice breeds its own atrocity

I have lived centuries, yet what do I know of my own past? Where are my memories? How can I judge my own life without such knowledge?' 'Some would consider your curse a gift,' Mappo said, a flicker of sadness passing across his features.

Kruppe is wise – wise enough to keep silent when silence is called for, and yet wiser still to speak when wise words are required. Wisdom, after all, is Kruppe's blood brother.

Karsa Orlong, do you no longer believe in mercy? " "My beliefs are my own, Delum Thord. I shall not undo what I do not understand, and that is all.

if his efforts are mediocre, we're likely to let him live. If he shows us brilliance, we'll kill him.

It is not for you to judge – yet how often is it that those in no position to judge are the first to do so, and with such fire and venom?

Oh, we take you into slaughter without a moment's thought. And yes, some of you come to enjoy it, to lust for that cacophony, that violence, the reek of blood. And so we share with you, dear horse, our peculiar madness. But who judges us for this crime against you and your kind? No one. Unless you horses have a god.

The key, I think, is to hold true to your own aesthetics, that which you value, and yield to no one the power to become the arbiter of your tastes.

Oh, we take you into slaughter without a moment's thought. And yes, some of you come to enjoy it, to lust for that cacophony, that violence, the reek of blood. And so we share with you, dear horse, our peculiar madness. But who judges us for this crime against you and your kind? No one. Unless your horses have a god.

When One judges another, they unconsciously allow themselves to be judged.

Not my job to judge, boy." Baba Yaga filled and lit the pipe again. "But I do observe that its difficult to escape familiar patterns. When you live your life with cruel words, you look for people to give them to you. When you escape and evil stepmother, you take an uncaring bride. When your father throws you out, you love someone who won't love you back. And to keep yourself in cruelty, you're willing to risk head and hands on the mayors side board. Keep the pattern going. Hm.