Novel & Cerita Don't Judge The Book By Its Cover

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."

She'd seen a harmless man, smiley and friendly. "Then I should be the evidence of the saying 'Don't judge a book by its cover'. For all you know, you might be talking to a highly wanted criminal. A child abductor." He chuckled but the lady didn't seem to find the joke. A sad mask appeared on her baby face then came a smile of pretense, "as humans, we can't help but judge a book by its cover. You'd agree with me that some covers actually represents what the book is all about, you know that?" she corked her head, "Mason, isn't it?"

Small and elegant though she was, she carried a strength and authority that demanded respect—and fear. The phrase "never judge a book by its cover" echoed in their minds. Eva was a living embodiment of that saying: exquisitely beautiful, yet capable of striking fear into even the most formidable. Her warning was clear. She was not a woman to cross.

He was dressed casually in white clothing, displaying a gentlemanly elegance. He took the phrase "never judge a book by its cover" to the extreme.

His loyalty made another fresh badge of tears to fill my eyes. I took him so wrong all these tears, I cursed him unnecessarily and that proved how as individuals we have wrong perceptions about some people in life. It is therefore, rightfully said that, we should not judge any book by its cover! "How could you be so nice, this is not the Payton I had met in college!" Playfully hitting my wrist on his chest I pulled his leg to which he blushingly smiled and looked down.

Today, Amara feels like being in the presence of God is what she needs. "Leviticus 19:15 — "You shall do no injustice in court. You shall not be partial to the poor or defer to the great, but in righteousness shall you judge your neighbor." There was an ongoing mass when Amara entered the church. It was almost impossible to find a vacant seat. If not because of the old woman who smiled and pat the vacant seat beside her

She sulked. "It feels weird hearing you be all poetic. I thought of you as someone who enjoyed murder mysteries and horror stories." I laughed. "Have you ever heard the phrase don't judge a book by its cover? I'm a very soft girl inside even though I dress like I'm about to do a satanic ritual," Ruth laughed, causing me to smile. "Anyways, what did your mate say this morning? When is he coming back? It's getting late." Ruth looked at the digital clock on the bedside table.

he didn't stop talking "It's 4:30 am, you wouldn't see a car easily on this path this early morning" he added, this made me stand still, his appearance didn't want me in his car, but it seemed he was telling the truth, I haven't seen many vehicle drive past this route since I joined in it, and there's a statement, doesn't judge a book by it cover, he might be a good guy, taking no risk is taking a greater risk, perhaps I could risk been offered a lift considering the state I was

Looks like I've learned another lesson to the saying; don't judge the book by its title. Even with the flaw in my codename, The Seven Sins of Underground Society sounds great and is not horrible to listen to. It's amusing to consider that whoever it was that I had attempted to drive away at the time would still be my buddies. There's nothing wrong with being weird; they might even be weirdos. My pals could even infect me without my knowledge. Nice ... I can call one of my pals.

Nick had so disliked Ava. Emily had told him, she had said to him that day at the store. “..…Never judge a book by its cover. A beautiful appearance does not guarantee a captivating personality or well-written content beneath the surface; while another book might have a worn-out dust cover, it could contain hidden treasures that only those with a genuine appreciation for beauty can recognise.” Ella wore an ugly dust cover to hide her true beauty and protect herself. Nick couldn’t wait. Ignoring his straining erection, He reached for the phone. “Devlin, I need to be on a flight tonight.”