Quotes About Respect

Ich weiß nicht woher du die Idee hattest, dass man aus Höflichkeit mit jeder schlafen muss, die einen darum bittet.

In order to have rapport with another person it is essential to respect their model of the world.

You show her respect. That is a good thing," he said. "Too often it is that men think those who serve are doing it from inferiorness or weakness.

When young people grow up....they shine so much that old people want to avert their gaze.

There be many gurus, and some good ones whom it is no great task to differentiate, seeing that those who make the loudest claim are least entitled to respect. They who are the true guides into Knowledge know that nothing can be taught, although the learner easily can be assisted to discover what is in himself. Other than which there is no knowledge of importance, except this: that what is in himself is everywhere.--From The Book Of The Sayings Of Tsiang Samdup

Never break a promise to an animal. They're like babies—they won't understand.

But, Sergeant Osbern, Sir, I like my head.

Goodwin scowled at her cup. With all due respect, my lord, I hate it when you make sense.

Don't let him upset you, Niko told the four softly. He's old and he's frightened. You're as old as him, and you aren't scared of us, Briar pointed out. Niko glared at him. Thank you so much, he retorted waspishly.

Just because I'm no jaw clacker doesn't mean there should be a ruction put up whenever I have sommat to say.

Excuse me, she said politely. But you can't have him. Not yet. He's going to come back with me.

If I have to 'catch' a man to get a husband, I don't want one.

There are times in every rider's life when it is necessary to apologize to a horse....

He liked me to help him when he did things. He explained what I didn't know, warned me when to stand aside, never told me to get out of his way because he could do it faster, and thanked me for helping. There were moments when he needed me to rescue him, and he never blamed me for it, or got angry about it.

Knowing to whom she owed the new warmth, Alanna tried to thank Mari Fahrar. The old woman brushed her words aside. "All things change," she told Alanna frankly. "It does not hurt men to know women have power, too." Alanna had to laugh. Until Mari and Farda entered her life, she never realized that the tribeswomen viewed their men not with fear but with loving disrespect. Sometimes she felt that she was the one getting the education, not her pupils.

Never express anger with a friend or a subordinate in public," Vedris always said. "They might forgive a private expression of anger or a deserved scolding, but they never forget a public humiliation. It is the surest way to destroy a friendship and to create enemies.

When I told you don't touch me to wake me, ever, because I've been in a war and I react violently, you respected me." For a plant person, Rosethorn could sound like iron when she made a point with someone stupid. "Evvy was in that same war. She fought as hard as any adult—harder, sometimes. Yet you refuse to acknowledge that she may suffer the same effects.

I respect you heaps, lady knight. I'd've thrown myself off a bridge, getting this assignment. You, you're there with lists and plans. You listen to every flap-mouthed bumpkin who thinks he can do your task better, and you answer with a smile and thanks. Why, you've inspired me to be a blessing to my fellow bumpkin, just like you.

She preferred to avoid battles with them now so she would have authority with them later if she needed to use it. They never say it's one thing to be given command by your superiors and another to be given it by the men under you, she thought as she and Neal rode back to Haven.

Folk in the Lower City do not tell each other how to worship, or if they do, it is not for long.

To Mareme, he nodded politely. At Cyrion he smiled with love.

All last night, indeed, Saffiro had been dreaming of Flavian or Mercurio, and of a prolonged and curiously stimulating duel, which neither won, and during which both displayed great skill, while an increasing fascination and respect grew between them, to the point of their exchanging poetic couplets or cunning puns over the snick and glitter of the blades.

She bowed herself almost to the ground before Sarmur's daughter, with the flamboyant courtesy of one who secretly rules the kingdom.

She realized now, fully, how strong the magic of Kernik, Prince of Conjurors, must be. Strong and awesome, to sweep away the memory of a whole night of wonders as a broom sweeps away the trace of birds' feet in the snow. Truly he was a person to be respected and feared, and it would be safe and intelligent to forget entirely his magnificent coming and that sly going that she had not been meant to see. But of course she could not, and acknowledged simultaneously why she could not.