Quotes Judgemental Novels & Stories

“You require better judgment.” A few women gasped. I smiled without warmth. “And you require a grave.”

He's annoyingly hot. “Whoa, really now? And what are your likes, Willow?” He raised both brows with a taunting smile. “Oh, I'll tell you.” I folded my arms, ready to hear whatever nonsense he had to say. “Up-tight, but not because you're so strict. It's just a defense mechanism. Because beneath all that thick skin of yours, you're one hell of a judgmental, insecure bitch.” That word ‘insecure’ made my throat clench so hard. But I gulped it down, refusing to give him any reaction.

Or explain. But I didn’t. I just slid into the car silently, feeling the weight of his unspoken judgment pressing down on me. “I hope you were an obedient girl today,” Kyle finally said, his voice cool, almost bored. My skin prickled at the way he said it—calm, detached, like he was addressing a child or a pet. I bristled immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Kyle settled into the driver’s seat beside me, still exuding that effortless indifference. “You know exactly what it means.” His tone was clipped, sharp. “You’ve been on thin ice with Judas. He’s not exactly thrilled with your… extracurricular activities.”

It's a brutal reality, and I can't help but gasp at the cruelty of it all. I could feel the sweat forming on my forehead, a clear sign of my anxiety. I didn't need to wonder how bad the situation was because it was painfully obvious. "So, this isn't because I'm late, right? It's because I'm ugly, that's why you chose me," I said, my voice filled with frustration. He simply nodded, causing me to clench my teeth. Are these people really that judgmental? Do they really judge someone solely based on their appearance?

“It was common knowledge.” “So you mean that it was hearsay.” “No, I…people wouldn’t have been talking about it if it wasn’t true.” Jason’s face darkened as his brows pulled together and he fixed a stern look at Ann. “Ms Ann, you must understand that you cannot judge a person’s character based on hearsay. It would be very improper if you made such accusations against Ms Cruz based on what you heard from others. It’s even more concerning that you used that to deny her a position that she deserved.”

"I'm making these notes to avoid asking around later. Writing down my recent insights helps me find inspiration." Queta noticed Janice was being praised, and her expression turned sour. She huffed, "Why are you pretending? Are you not confident in your own skills?" Someone who couldn't tolerate Queta's temper stood up and said, "Queta, why are you always so hostile? Who offended you? You're not that skilled, so don't look down on everyone else!" "Did I say anything to you? Why are you rushing to smear your own reputation? Are you feeling guilty?" Queta retorted defiantly, taking a step forward.

He smirked when he caught me and said, “Be careful what happens around you, Ms Psychiatrist.” I just rolled my eyes. Today he taunted me a lot. Literally a lot! Today that person felt very different. People have always been saying that one should not judge a person in the first meeting. Whoever the great man has said, he has said it right. It is wrong to judge a human being in the first interaction. I also did not do well by judging Hades in the first meeting. The man is not bitter but funny. I sigh and close my eyes. I clutch the blanket around myself and inhale the scent. Wow, I love my strawberry scent.

he said as I looked away. "Its a shame we were never in the same town, people who judge others are much worse than the person they are judging" I answered seriously. "It really is a shame that we didn't meet when I was younger" he said then kept quiet.

My lips curled up into a sad smile and shook my head. "There have been times that I almost believed he feels the same for me, but with one just lie from the person he didn't know personally, he quickly turned back into his old self. He quickly judged me without knowing the whole story or at least the part of my story. I can't stand any more insults from him, Andrew." I sighed. "Love is the absence of judgement, we don't easily judge the people we love." Entering the lift, I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. I took a deep breath and silently mumbled Daniel's room number.

“So you think.” “So I know,” I continued. “And I know that, because if it was in Ryan Macua nature to be judgmental, if he viewed people through some bigoted, egocentric, self-righteous view of the world, he’d definitely, not in a million fucking years, never ever have employed a loser like me.”