Quotes About Respect

but you have to know when you close those doors, you don't leave anything for the other person.

The team leader, Dr. Joe Spagnola, gave him a quick look as well. It pretty much said, You maggot, if you leave one of my men behind, don't ever go to sleep because I'll be coming for you. At least Barry interpreted the look that way.

She could see into his soul, the barely leashed beast always striving for dominance, never quite conquered. She could see his fear of losing her, of being forever vampire, loathed and hunted by his own kind. And she could see his terrible need to protect her, keep her safe, and his need to please her. He wanted to earn her respect and love, be worthy of it.

A true feminist wouldn't tell other women what they should do or shouldn't do. They would support their decisions. - Gino to Zara

Women, real women do not have to prove anything to men. We already know we're the superior gender.

She looked at him with an expression far too close to reverence. Bordering on real adoration. Real. He didn't get real. He didn't even deserve it.

Draden stepped back and saluted his friend and commanding officer. [...] Its been an honor to serve with you, sir. Their GhostWalker unit didnt stand on formality as a rule.[...]He felt it was important for Joe Spagnola to know how he felt about the man. Joe looked stricken, but his back was ramrod stiff. Fight, Draden.[...]

Our old ladies are sacred to us as well as to the entire club. They are always as protected as our families are.

Her voice brought a sense of peace, of tranquillity, of something beautiful and satisfying. It filled Matt with longing for a home and a family of his own. It filled him with a deep sense of pride and respect for Kate Drake.

Grand-mere is in her eighties with a bad heart. Don' go makin' her cut down a switch to use on either of you," Wyatt warned, half teasing, but more serious. "Because she would if you don' mind your manners.

Do you think I am too old, Savannah?" he asked softly, taking strands of her hair into his mouth. So soft. So much like silk but even better. "Not old, Gregori," she corrected gently. "Just old-fashioned. You have a tendency to believe women should always do as they're told." He found himself laughing. "Not that you do.

Don't be afraid of me like you are of him. I would never hurt you. Never. I don't hurt women.

Torpedo Ink welcomes opinions, and we listen to everyone with equal attention. Say what you want, baby. You're free.

She liked that little nod of approval he'd given her as if she were his equal just because she hadn't given into the hysteria welling up.

Every soldier needs a commander and it looks like I'm yours. You're a soldier. You need a commander. What makes you the boss? I'm bigger than you are, Draden said, his voice just a little arrogant. Shylah refrained from answering. What was the point? He was bigger.

My lifemate is the most beautiful woman on this earth to me. Anyone who says differently insults her, which is a capital offense and insults me.

I know you can hear me. I'm sorry I intruded. It was thoughtless of me; it won't happen again. But just for the record, don't try flexing your muscle on me again. He was glad he was in the form of a creature, so he couldn't smile. She didn't know what muscle was.

Gregori's cool silver gaze slid over him as Mikhail relinquished the herbs. "It is a wonder you have been able to tie your shoes without me all of these centuries." Mikhail sank down beside his brother, one hand over his burning eyes. "It is more of a wonder you have stayed alive with your ostentatious displays. Remind me to remove my impressionable brother from your disrespectful presence before your winning ways rub off on him.

Thank you, little red hair. You made me feel alive again. "You are alive, Jacques," she reassured him, smoothing back his hair. "Disrespectful but definitely alive.

I'm not just a brain to you. I'm a person.

Mikhail would never let me speak to you again if he could hear us. He thinks I'm too independent and disrespectful already." She shrugged carelessly. "It's probably true, but it's a lot of fun. I love the way he gets that pained look on his face. He's so cute." "Cute? I'll bet he likes that description.

Would you stay out of my head? Wait until you're invited." If I waited for an invitation from you, little red hair, I would be centuries old before it ever came about.

You loved a person for who they were, not what you wanted them to become.

I don't joke about sex, not when it comes to you. I'm absolutely serious about it. And there's never joking about marriage. That's a sacred, serious topic.