Quotes About Respect

My father always said, "Be the kind they marry, not the kind they date." So on our first date I'd nag the guy for a new dishwasher.

Whatever any of them thinks about who she was, or what happened, or why people do what they do, is just absolutely fine & dandy, as long as they have a good time, do it with a kind heart, & pay homage in a respectful way to the Goddesses that have gone before them.

Every time we demean ourselves we are talking badly about the Artist and the Model.

Listen to what Peter is saying: men, you may be stronger than your wives, but you had better honor them as fellow heirs, or God won't hear your prayers! Did you get that? God won't listen to your prayers if you don't treat your wife with honor. Women are to be treated with respect and honor, as people who are inheriting the throne along with men.

I can disagree with your opinion, it turns out, but I can't disagree with your experience. And once I have a sense of your experience, you and I are in relationship, acknowledging the complexity in each other's position, listening less guardedly. The difference in our opinions will probably remain intact, but it no longer defines what is possible between us.

When you admire people, you put them on pedestals. When you love people, you want to be together.

We chose too small a word in the decade of my birth—tolerance—to make the world we want to live in now. We opened to the racial difference that had been there all along, separate but equal, and to a new infusion of religions, ethnicities, and values. But tolerance doesn't welcome. It allows, endures, indulges. In the medical lexicon, it is about the limits of thriving in an unfavorable environment.

Spiritual humility is not about getting small, not about debasing oneself, but about approaching everything and everyone else with a readiness to see goodness and to be surprised.

Dance class, huh?" he said. "You don't look the type." "And what does that mean?" I asked. "You're not built like a dancer," he commented. "You should probably stop talking now," I advised. "Got a little bit more meat on your bones than those girls you see on TV." "You should definitely stop talking now." I glared.

If you don't want to have a baby, that's fine. And if you want sex on the kitchen table, you'll get it." He glared down at his wife. "But you're coming home, and you're coming home now, and I will be happy to discuss this further once you're naked and in my bed." He paused. "Or on the table." His face flushed. "And the next time you leave me, you'd better mean it, woman, because I'm not going to be treated like a doormat. Understand?

My blood pressure surges. Folks, unless you've walked the walk, never tell a widow it's time she moved on.

You deserve a husband who'd cut off his own dick before he'd cheat on you, Rach. You do." "Maybe we can put that in my Match.com profile,

I have to believe that Adam was not the intended recipient of that hideous, disgusting picture. How do gynecologists do it all day, look between the legs of their patients and not just…just throw up?

I opened the night table drawer and closed it fast. Okay, then. Mom still had womanly needs. Good for her. I'd get some eye bleach and erase that memory, stat.

Sympathy, not pity. There's a huge difference, and we widows appreciate it, let me tell you.

Then you shouldn't have thrown her away when she was your wife. Now she ain't. Now she's somethin' to me and I don't let men I don't like get close to her and I gotta tell you man, I do not like you.

after all, hospitality was a virtue, one of the highest in Mamma's esteem.

I wouldn't tell you anything about anybody I cared about because it becomes entertainment for other people, and it sort of just cheapens everything in your life. I would never tell you if I was dating anybody.

On not crowding another person in a relationship: "Next time you're at a cemetary, look around at all the headstones. They're side by side. Even married couples. Nobody wants a plot on top of another person's plot. Why? ... Even when they're dead, people still love their own space.

Nessa] didn't know how to disagree with a preacher, or if she was even allowed to, so she merely wrote, "Thank you, anyway, kind sir, but I am not going to marry you.

That man is such a damn turd monkey." "Grandma!" I said. "Oh, Zoeybird, did I call your mother's husband a damn turd monkey out loud?" "Yes, Grandma, you did." She looked at me, her dark eyes sparkling. "Good.

She was so tired of being considered disposable.

We can't live other people's lives for them. Even if we love them.

Real friends. The kind that don't purposely hurt your feelings or stop liking you for no reason.