Quotes About Respect

seemed a bit unsanitary to be burying people in the marketplace.

I don't hold wi' rape, and we've not the time for it, anyway." I was pleased to hear this statement of policy

it was uncivilized to use physical force in order to make your point of view prevail.

And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

We didn't always get on, you know that, but…yes. We respected each other; that counts for a lot. And we liked each other, in spite of everything. Yes

There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I'll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give me. But what I would ask of ye—when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save—respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Do ye agree?" He

There are things ye maybe canna tell me, he had said. I willna ask ye, or force ye. But when ye do tell me something, let it be the truth. There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has room for secrets, I think—but not for lies. I

Don't fart above your arsehole.

Live and let live was my basic attitude.

He was actually capable of dressing himself, though both he and Tom acted on the tacit assumption that he wasn't. But what he missed most at the moment was the sense of solemn ceremony that attended Tom's dressing him in full uniform. It was as though he assumed a different persona with scarlet coat and gold lace, Tom's respect giving him belief in his own authority, as though he put on not only uniform but armor and office.

what I would ask of ye—when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save—respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has room for secrets, I think—but not for lies.

and they all nodded politely to me

Now, me lord, you know you oughtn't talk like that at this hour of the morning. Yougot to pardon his lordship, sir," he said apologetically to Jones. "His father—theduke, you know—had him schooled in logic. He can't really help it, like." Spoken by a most loyal valet, Tom Bryd, in defense of the inherit workings of the mind of his employer, Lord John Grey

It occurred to me—belatedly, as so many things did these days—that John's intimate memories belonged to him, as well. "I didn't mean to pry," I said apologetically. He smiled faintly, but with real humor. "I am flattered, madam, that you should entertain an interest in me. I know many more Ã¢â'¬Â¦ conventional marriages in which the partners remain by preference in complete ignorance of each other's thoughts and histories.

The Indian was a gentleman named Sequoyah, somewhat older than the young Wilsons and their friends. He nodded soberly to Jamie, and swinging the bundle off his shoulder, laid it on the ground at Jamie's feet, saying something in Cherokee.

earth that would make him humiliate himself in that fashion before the Sergeant. "Write. It. Down." The Sergeant bit off the words between his teeth.

Que todo el mundo se calle —ordenó con firmeza—. Voy a leer.

Filial respect caused Grey to hesitate in passing ex post facto opinions on his mother's judgement, but after half an hour in the company of either Paul or Edgar, he could not escape a lurking suspicion that a just Providence, seeing the DeVanes so well endowed with physical beauty, had determined that there was no reason to spoil the work by adding intelligence to the mix.

John—well." He lifted his shoulders and let them drop. "I couldna give him what he wanted—and he is friend enough not to ask it.

You may," Tom Byrd corrected, entering with his hands full of grooming implements, "once I've put his lordship's hair to rights." He fixed Grey with a minatory eye. "You're not a-going in to dinner like that, me lord, and don't you think it. You sit down there." He pointed sternly to a stool, and Lieutenant-Colonel Grey, commander of His Majesty's forces in Jamaica, meekly obeyed the dictates of his twenty-one-year-old valet.

Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are—or for not coming back.

I really think that aside from admiring my talent you really admire me as a person and as a woman.

You don't get taken seriously by asking someone to take you seriously. You've got to show up and own it.