Quotes About Respect

Being Southern isn't talking with an accent...or rocking on a porch while drinking sweet tea, or knowing how to tell a good story. It's how you're brought up -- with Southerners, family (blood kin or not) is sacred; you respect others and are polite nearly to a fault; you always know your place but are fierce about your beliefs. And food along with college football -- is darn near a religion.

Wenn eine Gesellschaft vor ihrer literarischen Kultur keine Achtung mehr hat, wenn die Achtung nicht so beschaffen ist, daß sie es als achtenswert empfindet, über diese Kultur einigermaßen Bescheid zu wissen, wenn sie also das unaufhebbare Nichtbescheidwissen der Mehrheit - ihre Unbildung - nicht mehr als bedauerlichen Mangel empfindet, der nur durch die Bildung einer kulturellen Elite kompensiert werden kann, dann ist nichts mehr zu machen.

The idea that the Natives must all be removed and confined in their own kraals is in my opinion the greatest nonsense I have ever heard.

forgetting that the one we are speaking with is a person, not a factory for granting wishes. He invites us to pray so we will engage him in conversation, and through conversation, get to know him.

Honor is earned, not given,

Civilization is a method of living, an attitude of equal respect for all men.

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

Even then she wore the look of certain fanatics who think of themselves as leaders without once having gained the respect of a single human being.

We don't need a melting pot in this country, folks. We need a salad bowl. In a salad bowl, you put in the different things. You want the vegetables — the lettuce, the cucumbers, the onions, the green peppers — to maintain their identity. You appreciate differences.

Age is how we determine how valuable you are.

There was something about other people's grief that was so exposing, so personal, that she felt she shouldn't be looking.

You can tell a lot about someone's character from the way they treat waiters or shop assistants or bus drivers when they think no one is watching.

I'm always pushing for human responsibility. Given that chimpanzees and many other animals are sentient and sapient, then we should treat them with respect.

In what terms should we think of these beings, nonhuman yet possessing so very many human-like characteristics? How should we treat them? Surely we should treat them with the same consideration and kindness as we show to other humans; and as we recognize human rights, so too should we recognize the rights of the great apes? Yes.

Farm animals are far more aware and intelligent than we ever imagined and, despite having been bred as domestic slaves, they are individual beings in their own right. As such, they deserve our respect. And our help. Who will plead for them if we are silent? Thousands of people who say they 'love' animals sit down once or twice a day to enjoy the flesh of creatures who have been treated so with little respect and kindness just to make more meat.

Each one of us matters, has a role to play, and makes a difference. Each one of us must take responsibility for our own lives, and above all, show respect and love for living things around us, especially each other.

You don't have to wait for someone to treat you bad repeatedly. All it takes is once, and if they get away with it that once, if they know they can treat you like that, then it sets the pattern for the future.

you don't have to wait for someone to treat you bad repeatedly. All it takes is once, and if they get away with it that once, if they know they can treat you like that, then it sets the pattern for the future.

When a man only rings you late at night, when he only wants to see you late at night, when he doesn't take you out for dinner, or introduce you to his friends, or spend any time or attention on you, then this is not a relationship. This is sex.

In Charles Dickens's books I had to admire the way the meanest enemies spoke to each other, with what seemed to me to be the greatest civility.

He had little respect for the intelligence of other people at the best of times. Now, at the worst of times, he was inclined to regard them all as morons. His fears were warranted, but not altogether for the reasons one might have supposed.

A starving man learns to respect the hand that feeds him, the one who cares for his most primal needs.

A starving man learns to respect the hand that feeds him, the one who cares for his most primal needs. So when I begin training a woman, my plan is intentional. I strip her of the most basic necessities. Food, clothing, shelter. Though her needs are contrived by me, the cumulative effects of my training will not be in vain.

I've done many things in my role. I've ended the lives of those who deserved death for what they'd done. I've trained women, broken men, coaxed powerful people to trust us when they never should have. I've stolen and plundered, ravaged and destroyed. But now Sadie holds in front of me what I want but can't demand, coerce, or force: her adoration. Her respect. Hell, her trust.