Quotes About Respect

It had the strangest effect on my internal visualizations." She stared at the hypospray with speculative respect. "I may try it on purpose someday." I want to be there if you do. Miles had a sudden exciting vision of using the drug to augment his own insights—instant brains!—then remembered to his extreme disappointment that fast-penta didn't work like that on him. Riva

Abuse—physical, mental, emotional?" "Sir?" said Tej, staring up in palpable confusion. "Does your husband beat you?" "No!" "Do you beat him?" "No!" said Ivan. "Good grief, sir!" "Does he insult you?" "Certainly not!" Their voices overlapped on that one.

Miles. I have to talk to you." "Just a minute." The minute became two or three or four, as he leaned against the doorframe and scuffed his boot on the patterned carpet. He knocked again. "C'mon, Simon, let me in." "Don't be so impatient, Miles," his aunt's voice admonished him firmly. "It's a bit rude." He

Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself. There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul-destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating. Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards.

Would it do any harm, to make of him a dream-lover? It seemed invasive. How would she like it, after all, if she discovered she was starring in someone else's pornographic daydreams? Horrified, yes? Disgusted, to be pawed over in some untrusted stranger's thoughts. She imagined herself so portrayed in Miles's thoughts, and checked her horror quotient. It was a little . . . weak.

I didn't promise I wouldn't break your tender heart, Mica. Protect it from me. Don't let me touch that part of you. Don't let me destroy both of us that way.

He doesn't shit on what we claim as our own and still command that loyalty.

He couldn't even find the will to yell at her now. A real man didn't yell at those who weren't exactly sane themselves, he told himself.

She was a nice person, she really was, until someone ignorant decided to force that ignorance in her face, and then she just couldn't hold back.

She had found someone who matched her, a warrior and a shield. A man she could respect; one she could argue with and enjoy. She hadn't wanted to lose that. Hadn't wanted to be alone again.

When man becomes greater than nature, nature, which gave us birth, will respond.

We've been wed more than a month. Since it appears you mean to stay, I might as well give you leave to call me by my christian name. It is preferable, at any rate, to 'clodpole.

never cheat. It's not just a betrayal of the person you promised to love, honor and cherish. It betrays the family unit, too.

If I ever coo at a man, Ray thought privately, I hope someone shoots me.

Unfortunately, you have lost the respect of all but one of your co-workers and many of your superiors as well, who are working in order to send their daughters to universities so they won't have to be secretaries, and who, therefore, hold you in contempt for having a degree and being a failure anyway. It is like having a degree in failure.

Do right. Do your best. Treat others as you want to be treated.

For what purpose?" "So they don't devour the other speakers.

A pesar de su incalculable riqueza y poder marchaba hacia la muerte con el convencimiento de que moriría sin ser amado ni respetado, y que nadie lloraría por él; que su muerte ya estaba siendo precedida por una reunión de buitres, que finalmente su vida había sido más absurda y menos satisfactoria que la de un retrasado mental congénito sin extremidades ni órganos de reproducción.

Visiem zin?ms, ka ?imenes gods ir atkar?gs no t?s sieviešu uzved?bas.

violence is an evil thing, but when the guns are all in the hands of the men without respect for human rights, then men are really in trouble.

If you want the law to leave you alone, keep your hair trimmed and your boots shined.

Nobody lives long low-rating an enemy. You've got to give the other fellow credit for having as much savvy as you have, and maybe a little more.

And then there's the gun itself. No man in his right mind will play with a gun. I've seen show-offs doing fancy spins and all that. No real gun-fighter ever did. With a hair-trigger, he'd be likely to blow a hole in his belly. The gun-fighter knows enough of guns to be wary of them. He treats them with respect. A pistol was never made for anything except killing, and a gunfighter never draws a gun unless to shoot, and he shoots to kill.

There are men who prefer to keep trouble from a woman, but it seems to me that is neither reasonable nor wise. I've always respected the thinking of women, and also their ability to face up to trouble when it comes, and it shouldn't be allowed to come on them unexpected.