Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover Examples Novels & Stories

I went in, bowing my head a bit. “Oh, wow… you shouldn’t actually judge a book by its cover. The interiors here are actually lethal… giving old money vibes… the crystal chandelier should definitely cost a fortune…” I glanced around, surprise choking me. “What? You don’t like it?” he asked. “Oh, me? I do… really do… just so surprising it looks so great on the inside and looks… you know… whatever that was outside…” I muttered. “Oh, fair… thought you didn’t like it…” he added.

I extend my hand to him for a handshake, how awkward, that was the only thing that popped into my head, "Goddammit" " For a moment I think we are on the same page, Mary always grunts that I always judge a book by its cover, but my interests are never wrong, by the time I finish my lonely thought Mr. Fancy Pants has already occupied the other end of the chair which was empty few seconds ago.

"Don't judge a book by its cover.." I didn't say anything,and looked away.He shaked some keys in front of my face.So what now?What's wrong with this guy?Can't he understand that i don't want anything from him?He's the kind of guy who thinks that he can have everything he wants whenever he wants. "Wanna have a ride?" "A ride?Can't you see that i'm not interested " "I said a ride,not having sex.If you don't want to ,that's okay..and ..i'm not that bad as you can see.."

Then he added as his eyes ran up and down me, “not like you have much to be smug or arrogant about, but here you are.” My head bowed as I took in my own form, my head tilted towards him, “don’t judge a book by its cover, it’s the words inside that matter, all that glitters isn’t gold now is it, Alpha Christen.” Amusement flitted in his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. I gulped at the sudden fear that now tightened my throat.

I hate the fact that I judge him so quickly just because he's rude to me. He's so different for how he look. Chandra, lesson learn. Don't judge the book by it's cover. "But why pretty faces always win?" It's like judging the book because of the cover. Kingstone chuckled. "Don't apply that to every person you will meet in the future. It's not just about pretty faces. Attitude wins." He said as if he get what I voice out. "How do you say so? Do you even know what I'm thinking right now?" I ask rudely. Kingstone smirk. "You judge me because I look like a bad person. And now you think that you shouldn't judge someone by it's appearance and actions."

Kara questions, cringing at it's pronounciation. "Yeah, anything wrong?"I responsively ask. "Nothing much,just never expected you being an alcohol intake" she responds, earning loud chuckles from me. "Never judge a book by its cover princess" I chuckle louder, earning scoffs from her. "Signifying you may likewise be an abductor beneath a gentleman's disguise right?" She smiles deviously. "No princess,not that" I hush. "But you literally mentioned never trust a book by it cover" she chuckles.

“That dress is worth more than a million, Ms. If you mess it up, you have to pay for the damage.” Stella’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the saleslady. She was insulted by the way she looked at her. Because she was wearing only a simple t-shirt and pants and rubber shoes, she looked like she had no money. She also didn’t have a handbag with her because it was carried by Alex, who chose to stay outside the boutique. “Do you know the saying don’t judge a book by its cover?” “That’s an old strategy, Miss. If you really have money, just pay what you’ve already touched,” the woman answered flatly.

As Riana read on and on about Angela she was amused, she couldn't believe that the innocent-looking girl could be this cruel. Perhaps the sayings. ' Don't judge a book by its cover ' ' Wolves in sheep clothing. ' Are true after all. She soon got to find out how Angela made sure to eliminate people in her way to get whatever she wanted and also how she sent hired assassins to her competitor just to win a competitor. Riana shivered involuntarily as she read on, then she thought. ' if a young girl of Seventeen could do this what more could an older girl do? '

Sure, I intended to explain myself and beg him for another chance. But me using his daughter to get to him? unbelievable. “Is that how lowly of me you think?” I ask, with disbelief. His laugh was dark, humorless. “I think you’re capable of just about anything.” He spat the words like they tasted bad, and I felt the weight of his judgment pressing down on me. “They say not to judge a book by its cover,” I said, fighting to keep my cool. “Not when the book’s already torn to shreds.” He leaned closer, eyes narrowed. “Yeah, Daphne, I’m judging you. Hard!”

"Well, I'm sorry caramel, I really mean no offense but I honestly imagined that you might have been a really old woman who was already tired of life and who was also not friendly to people. But I must say, I'm pretty surprised that I came to find the opposite of that here." "That's why it's important to ensure that you don't judge a book by its cover and you also don't draw conclusions before seeing the full picture." I smiled and kept quiet for a while, enjoy the sunset and the beautiful golden reflection that it left on the lake before I asked again "since you knew I was coming here,is it safe to say that you also know why I'm here?" "It would be safe to say if we could. The only thing we'