Quotes About Misjudgment

She was nearly twenty, with dark hair, darker eyes, and a hint of something deeper within. There was a freshness about her that the surrounding harsh landscape had failed to eliminate. Anyone glancing at her would have thought her soft: a serious error of judgment.

A lot of scouts said I was not capable to play short. Every team that came to me, they wanted me to play third, and I wanted to show everybody that they were wrong.

I'm surprised sometimes at how some of my actions are misinterpreted.

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I cried myself to sleep wishing I was ugly because men leered and disrespected me, because they assumed things about my mental capacity or my physical willingness based on the way I look.

The man who called it "near beer" was a bad judge of distance.

Assumption is the mother of the screw-up.

I now realize that I should blame myself when men indulge in such wildly wishful thinking that they see a sexual invitation in a simple smile.

Inventors and geniuses have almost always been looked on as no better than fools at the beginning of their career, and very frequently at the end of it also.

Signs must be read with caution. The history of Christendom is replete with instances of people who misread the signs.

No one in history had ever done less and yet been so wrong.

Never ascribe to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.

I had liked him for all the wrong reasons.

overestimating!!

Having personally watched the Voting Rights Act being signed into law that August day, I can't begin to imagine how we could have all been so wrong in believing that more Americans would vote once they were all truly free to do so.

The first war plan has failed because of Iraqi resistance. Now they are trying to write another war plan. Clearly, the American war planners misjudged the determination of the Iraqi forces.

People used to think I was just a shouty comic but I was doing stuff about Sartre.

Saul Panzer stood facing the cast, not the audience. There is nothing impressive about Saul. He is undersized, his nose and ears are too big, and his shoulders slant. With Saul a thousand wrongdoers had made the mistake of believing what they saw. He spoke. "I believe this is the way it was Thursday evening when Mr. Wolfe entered. Does anyone disagree?

We'd gotten him wrong. He wasn't a dunce. He was an artist. According to these pages, he'd seen us all a good deal clearer than we'd ever seen him.

Dont talk to the crazy kids. I longed to shout back that we weren't crazy. I'd mistaken her kid for a ghost, that's all.

He looked around as if expecting a posse of armed gunmen to round the corner at any moment. When footsteps sounded, he tensed, muscles bunching, prepared to leap up and defend us against-- Two preteen boys passed the alcove. One of them saw us and whispered to his friend. They grinned our way and shot Daniel a thumbs-up. When they'd gone by, I pushed him off me. "Okay, I might have overreacted," he said as we sat up. "You think?

I didn't fall in love with Jake because he was smart. I'm pretty smart myself. I know that smart doesn't mean nice, or even mean that you have a lot of common sense. Look at all the trouble smart people get themselves into.

It did not occur to them that a woman could be dangerous. How foolish they were.

There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home.