You're going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it's always their actions you should judge them by. It's actions, not words, that matter.
Andy Sachs: [as she and Christian wander through Place Des Vosges, after both have had a little too much to drink] I never understood why everyone was so crazy about Paris, but now... [she laughs and swirls around a pole] Andy Sachs: It's. So. Beautiful. [Christian waits at the other side of the pole and surprises Andy by suddenly kissing her] Andy Sachs: I can't do this... [he kisses her again] Andy Sachs: Nate and I only split up a few days ago... [he kisses her again] Andy Sachs: Oh... I've had too much wine and my heari- visio-... judgement is impaired... [he kisses her again] Andy Sachs: I barely know you and I'm in a strange city... [he kisses her again] Andy Sachs: I... I'm out of excuses. Christian Thompson: [smiles] Thank God. [he kisses her once more]
Andy Sachs: [as she and Christian through Place Des Vosges, after both have been intoxicated] I never understood why everyone was so crazy about Paris, but now... [she laughs and swirls around a pole] Andy Sachs: It's. So. Beautiful. [Christian dances with her for a brief time and kisses her] Andy Sachs: I can't do this. [he kisses her again] Andy Sachs: Nate and I only split up a few days ago [he kisses her again] Andy Sachs: . Oh, I've had too much wine and my judgement is impaired [he kisses her again] Andy Sachs: . I barely know you and I'm in a strange city [he kisses her again] Andy Sachs: . I'm out of excuses. Christian Thompson: [smiles] Thank God. [he kisses her once more]
[Headmaster Trask drives into the Baird School driveway in his brand-new Jaguar. He gets out, to hear a voice on a loudspeaker] Jimmy Jameson: [on loudspeaker, but unidentified] Mister Trask is our fearless leader. [students hear this and gather, looking on at Trask] Jimmy Jameson: A man of learning, a voracious reader. He can recite "The Iliad" in ancient Greek, while fishing for trout in a rippling creek. Trent Potter: [Trask grins slightly, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from] Endowed with wisdom, of judgement sound, nevertheless about him, the questions abound. [We now see the same three Baird guys who set up this prank the night before; Harry opens the valve to an oxygen tank connected to a large balloon on a lamppost as Trent passes the microphone to him] Harry Havemeyer: How does Mister Trask make such wonderful deals? Why did the trustees buy him Jaguar wheels? He wasn't conniving, he wasn't crass... he merely puckered his lips... and kissed their ass! [balloon spins around to reveal a cartoon bearing the words being spoken; the students laugh and mock Trask] Harry Havemeyer: [Trask pulls out his car keys and opens the Jaguar door, then jumps up to try to pop the balloon with the key. He misses on the first try. On the second try, he succeeds, and a flood of white paint splashes down onto him and all over the car. The students applaud loudly and shout obscenities at him as this catastrophe concludes with Trask kicking the car door closed and attempting to dry his face with handkerchief]
Duncan: And who empowered these colonials to pass judgement on England's policies, and to come and go without so much as a "by your leave"? Cora Munro: They do not live their lives "by your leave"! They hack it out of the wilderness with their own two hands, bearing their children along the way!
I ask you to judge me by the enemies I have made.
Ray: Bruges is a shithole. Ken: Bruges *is* not a shithole. Ray: Bruges *is* a shithole. Ken: Ray, we only just got off the fucking train! Could we reserve judgement on Bruges until we've seen the fucking place?
Never look down on anybody unless you're helping them up.
What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one
These people who can see right through you never quite do you justice, because they never give you credit for the effort you're making to be better than you actually are, which is difficult and well meant and deserving of some little notice.
There is a tendency at every important but difficult crossroad to pretend that it's not really there.
Our lives can't be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.
There are two days in my calendar: This day and that Day.
What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.
I don't judge people. It blurs out the center of my attention, my focus, myself.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
I intend to judge things for myself; to judge wrongly, I think, is more honorable than not to judge at all.
God will judge us, Mr. Harris, by--by what we did to relieve the suffering of our fellow human beings. I don't think God cares what doctrine we embrace.
How can I judge?
Everyone complains of his memory, and no one complains of his judgment.
Do not wait for the last judgment. It comes every day.
Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.
One must not let oneself be misled: they say 'Judge not!' but they send to Hell everything that stands in their way.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say,
The reality of the Life Review is becoming part of our every day understanding. We know that after death, we have to look at our lives again; and we
The man who refuses to judge, who neither agrees nor disagrees, who declares that there are no absolutes and believes that he escapes responsibility, is the man responsible for all the blood that is now spilled in the world. Reality is an absolute, existence is an absolute, a speck of dust is an absolute and so is a human life. Whether you live or die is an absolute. Whether you have a piece of bread or not, is an absolute. Whether you eat your bread or see it vanish into a looter's stomach, is an absolute. There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil. The man who is wrong still retains some respect for truth, if only by accepting the responsibility of choice. But the man in the middle is the knave who blanks out the truth in order to pretend that no choice or values exist, who is willing to sit out the course of any battle, willing to cash in on the blood of the innocent or to crawl on his belly to the guilty, who dispenses justice by condemning both the robber and the robbed to jail, who solves conflicts by ordering the thinker and the fool to meet each other halfway. In any compromise between food and poison, it is only death that can win. In any compromise between good and evil, it is only evil that can profit. In that transfusion of blood which drains the good to feed the evil, the compromise is the transmitting rubber tube. indecisiveness
As one judge said to another judge: be just. And if you can
The immature conscience is not its own master. It simply parrots the decisions of others. It does not make judgments of its own; it merely conforms to the judgments of others. That is not real freedom, and it makes true love impossible, for if we are to love truly and freely, we must be able to give something that is truly our own to another. If our heart does not belong to us, asks Merton, how can we give it to another?
Great men look greater than yesterday.
People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves.
It is only on the basis of the probable and the apparent that men bereft of a sixth sense are able to sit in judgment over other men.
Let not your hearts be troubled...
We should live our lives as though Christ was coming this afternoon.
An evil man is a saint of the future. See good in everything. Destroy the evil-finding quality. Develop the good-finding quality. Rise above good and evil.
I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?
The highest form of human intelligence is to observe yourself without judgement.
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