#judgment

It's so egotistical to believe that we know more about someone else's reality than they do, and such a waste of time. ↗

— Shreve Stockton

#judgment #reality #time #waste #love

Every morning, in his extreme loneliness, The Laughing Man [whose face had been disfigured in a tragic circumstance], stole off to the dense forest surrounding the bandits' hideout. There he befriended any number and species of animals: dogs, white mice, eagles, lions, boa constrictors, wolves. Moreover, he removed his mask and spoke to them, softly, melodiously, in their own tongues. They did not think him ugly. ↗

— J.D Salinger

#judgmental-hearts #the-laughing-man #love

She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when well sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one. On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? They never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was strange must be wrong; what was unusual must be improper. Shirley was judged. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#empathy #expectations #expression #faithfulness #feeling

When it comes to judging individuals, I do not like remarks such as 'too good to be true.' They speak as though one is rewarding the nature of evil. Yet, ironically, we still wonder where all the good people have gone. ↗

— Criss Jami

#bad-people #chances #discernment #evil #good

In case of dissension, never dare to judge till you've heard the other side. ↗

— Euripides

#dissent #due-process #fairness #impartiality #judgment

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#passion #reason-and-judgment #soul #the-prophet #judgment

Everyone complains of his memory, and no one complains of his judgment. ↗

— François de La Rochefoucauld

#memory #judgment

Mr. Benedict: "After I woke up and composed myself, however, I realized the flowers must certainly be yours, Constance, to do with as you please. At any rate -- " Mr.Benedict broke off, for just then Constance jumped to her feet, snatched the bouquet from his desk, and hurled it into the wastebasket with all the force she could muster -- so hard that flower petals flew up out of the wastebasket like tiny pink butterflies. Then placing her hands against the wall to steady herself, she stomped one foot repeatedly into the wastebasket as if trying to put out a fire. "I see we are of the same opinion," said Mr. Benedict as Constance returned to her seat, and the others congratulated her on her judgment. ↗

— Trenton Lee Stewart

#constance #hilarious #judgment

I'm not a judgmental person, so I can't comment on someone else's background. ↗

— Christina Aguilera

#comment #else #i #judgmental #person

Cruel and cold is the judgment of man, Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow; But by-and-by will the deed and the plan Be judged by the motive that lieth below. ↗

— Lewis J. Bates

#cold #cruel #deed #judged #judgment