Poor Judgement Synonym Novels & Stories

Reading a person? “So, you deemed me a good person at first sight?” Joshua was shocked. Was there such an intuitive person? “Yes, I did. Which is why I don’t really bother dealing with you. If you have experienced everything I had, your judgement about someone will be eerily accurate, possibly even more so than mine . Judging people is based on senses, but you don’t have a good sense. Men have a lot on their minds, but well, you can barely pass as a good person.” Locsin started to drive.

The man turned to stare at a plate of steak with a thin smile that looked trivial. "This cheap food doesn't deserve to enter my stomach." Even saying good things in the form of praise seems very difficult for Adyatama. Fisher chuckled lightly. She still took it casually. "But you seem to have enjoyed it, Dad. If you can't even be honest about the food taste, I'm sure you can't judge anything right either." "W-what did you say?!" "Sorry, but you must improve how you judge things first. Even though I come from poor people, that doesn't mean I'm evil."

I had kept it intact on purpose, like a lamp kept burning for a reason you've stopped letting yourself examine. The man who crossed the hall toward me had that face. But whatever had always lived behind it — the part I had kept the lamp burning for — was gone. "Get up, Vera." His voice was flat. "Today is your judgment day." Two Black Guard rushed forward without hesitation. They grabbed my arms and hauled me to the platform. "I'm sick—" I started. "Sick." He cut me off. "You're sick because ten years of guilt has been eating you alive."

"We're tight, Jae. Not poor. Poverty is a state of mind. Tight is just a state of the bank account. There's a difference." "What's the difference?" "Poor means you give up," he'd said, sliding a stack of quarters into a roll. "Tight just means you do the math longer than other people have to. You find the number. You always find the number, even when it feels like there isn't one." "What if there isn't one?"

“Is that judgment I sense, Liv?” “No. No judgment at all,” she replied quickly, though the grin on her face said otherwise. She turned back to the counter, grabbing the bowl of carrots with an exaggerated focus. “I’m just saying... you’re very practiced at things like that. The wayward things, I guess.” “The wayward things?” Derek repeated, the words rolling off his tongue like a dare. He moved a step closer, invading her personal space just enough to make the air vibrate. “Do I even want to know what you mean by that?”

V7" I guess. But it's doesn't change the fact that once an opportunity for either Power, Fame or Wealth shows up they will step and kill anyone for it." V6" *Sigh* You'll learn sooner or later not to judge someone on a choice they haven't made yet. If it's after then okay but before? That's just being.... dumb? Is that the right word?" V7 shrugs. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

When my parents or brother spoke with disdain about those who had less, I no longer remained silent or nodded along. “Judging someone by their bank account tells you nothing about their character,” I told Julian one evening when he made a snide remark about a local merchant. “I have met men with millions who are worth less than the dirt on their shoes, and people with almost nothing who have more integrity than all of us combined. It is time we learned the difference.” They did not understand, of course. They thought I was being foolish, or still too heartbroken to think clearly. But I did not need them to understand. I was beginning to understand myself.

“See… he isn’t that stupid.” The others burst into fits of laughter. The sound hurt his ears, but Jamie’s words hurt more. Stupid. It wasn’t the most stinging of insults, and yet, the implication made his heart hurt. He wasn’t good enough for someone like Jamie. He was poor. Trash. Council estate scum who had didn’t even have the brains to better himself. Adam was poor too, but at least he had some initiative, even if he did mostly use it for criminal activities. “Tell you what,” Jamie sighed. “I’ll make a deal with you. If you can hold your arm in there for ten seconds, I’ll leave you alone forever. Refuse or fail and… I’ll make your life so bad you’ll wish you weren’t born.”

When I heard Patrick judge him like this, I couldn't help but say, "Even though you judge him like this, he never says any bad things about you. I think there's a misunderstanding between you two." "Hehe, could it be that he is a 'good' person simply because he never says anything ill about me?" Patrick looked at me. It seemed that it was because I was helping Shelton that the displeasure in his eyes was conspicuous. He said, "Never can you truly know someone. You should have heard of this saying. Don't think that others are good simply because they smile at you several times!" "I..." "You are stupid! You are ignorant!" Patrick said rudely.

"You like, wanna say something else? You want to pretend like you know nothing about what I'm speaking of? Or, you wanna tell me you'll pay me double of what you're paying me? Huh?!" "I only…" "No." I disagreed with what he was planning to say. "I know how you rich guys deal with things. You seek for low class girls like us, and dump us after having some fun. Don't try to act all smart now. Ok?" He sighed, and pressed his hands against his forehead like a frustrated person. "Stop!" He hollered, causing a small fear within me, as he scowled back at me. "How can you have such a mentality about people? Don't you think you're being judgemental?"