Quotes Judgemental Novels & Stories

I finally ask. "I wanted to say thank you for helping me out that day. My parents were already worried when I got home. So, thank you for relieving the worry of two old people." A smile blossoms on my face and I instantly feel shame, I thought she would proposition me or something, so I say a hasty 'you're welcome' and wave goodbye at her retreating back. When I turn on the ignition, I sit back in my seat and sigh, questioning myself. When on Earth did I turn this judgemental? Back there, I was so ashamed of the way I'd stereotyped her into being a sex worker as a result of her profession. So disappointing.

I am not interested in him! My mind says, but my friend says differently. Jonathan arched a brow. “You have an interest in this guy, and you became judgmental, which isn’t like you.” “I’m not—” innately honest. I could not complete the sentence. “Well, Preston can be pretty judgmental himself.” And with an awful lot less cause! I recalled his lecture on the last occasion we had met, despite the fact that I had been the victim of an unwanted pass and he had treated me like some sort of tart.

"Do you want to be the kettle or the pot here, baby?" I broke eye contact feeling the blush creep in on my mahogany cheeks at the endearment, I knew he was only joking but the feeling never dwindled. I cleared my throat and took a step backwards to give myself a second to put on my best poker face," Are you judging me now?" "No, but I find it funny how you're quick to point out something you're doing yourself." "It's not fair, you know?" I replied widening my posture to give him an accusatory look at the way he was making these judgements on my life. He raised a brow and I could only wonder what was swimming in his head.

"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?"

The lady said, taking her sip of the coffee in a manner that was poise and elegant to watch. "That makes you judgemental." My tone held a hard edge. "My judgments are never wrong. It's harder to trim a wild bush, lots of thorns." "Especially with inexperienced hands. I can understand that." Forget sour grapes, my tongue was pure acid. Ms. Blackwood flared up. Her already creased face seemed to furrow the more and her lips thinned grotesquely.

“I don’t really know her.” “That I won’t judge someone until I know them shit annoys me too. We’re all judgy. It’s just a matter of how much we’re willing to admit it to ourselves.” She crosses her arms. “Fine, I’m a little judgy sometimes, but I usually have good intuition. It’s a witch thing.” “I judged you right away,” she admits. “And you’re pleasantly proving me wrong, especially seeing how much you make my sire happy.” “He makes me happy too.”

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.

Huya shook his head. "It's nothing. You have to express it clearly. Otherwise, no matter how smart a person is, if he doesn’t say it out, he is actually no different from a mediocre person." After saying that, Samuel patted him on the shoulder again to encourage him. "A smart person will actually make a lot of stupid mistakes. So, you don't have to worry about ruining your impression by saying something wrong." Some people were used to judging a person by his words and deeds. There was nothing wrong with this, but the question was what you should use to judge.

Razen’s lips curved into a faint smile, a teasing glint appearing in his eyes. “What? You don’t think she’s just a pretty face anymore?” Quentin lowered his head, making it impossible to see the expression in his eyes. When he spoke again, however, his tone was noticeably more serious. “She doesn’t seem like a pretty face. I suppose I made a judgment based on my first impression of her. But she does seem pretty sharp.” “It’s more than that.” Razen shook his head. A brilliant light seemed to flash through his eyes. “You’ll slowly discover what she’s capable of.”

She is surprised with my honest opinion that I utter for the first time. "Yeah, it is. What makes you not capable to believe me?" I shoot another question. I really wanna know her true reason for doubting my judgement towards her. In fact, I don't judge her aimlessly. It is based on her personality and how she copes on certain problems, from the first time I meet her. Her orbs encounter with mine, as if it seeked for the ulterior motive I had just hid it secretly. Then, she declares, "Many people end up by misusing my generosity after giving insicere praises. They think I will always buy what they say, including compliments."