Quotes About Respect

Everyone likes me," said Caul Shivers, the most feared man in the North.

Death does not bow to each person who passes her, does not sweep out her arm respectfully to show the way, speaks no profound words, unlocks no bolts. The key upon her chest is never needed, for the Last Door stands always open. She herds the dead through impatiently, heedless of rank or fame or quality. She has an ever-lengthening queue to get through. A blind procession, inexhaustible.

Who asked your opinion?' 'A man who doesn't want opinions should keep his own mouth shut.

Tell your father he must come himself. I do not waste my time on fools and younger sons. I am old fashioned in this. I like to talk to the horse's head, not the horse's arse.

A great leader must share the hardships of his followers, of his soldiers, of his subjects. That is how he wins their respect. Great leaders do not complain. Not ever.

He's still young enough to think that rudeness wins respect.

Respect costs you nothing, and nothing gets a man killed quicker than confidence.

Fearlessness is a fool's boast, to my mind. The only men with no fear in them are the dead, or the soon to be dead, maybe. Fear teaches you caution, and respect for your enemy, and to avoid sharp edges used in anger. All good things in their place, believe me. Fear can bring you out alive, and that's the very best anyone can hope for from any fight. Every man who's worth a damn feels fear. It's the use you make of it that counts.

Laughing with a man was a good step forward. First comes the laughter, then the respect, then the trust.

Hay que dar a los demás el mismo trato que uno querría recibir,

In order to act like a King, one need only treat everyone else like one.

Um homem que não quer opiniões deveria manter a boca fechada.

but in the end Logen had earned their trust, and their respect, and their friendship even. Small gestures and a lot of time, that was how he'd done it. "Patience is the chief of virtues," his father used to say, and "you won't cross the mountains in a day." Time might be against them, but there was nothing to be gained by rushing. You have to be realistic about these things.

A man who doesn't want opinions should keep his own mouth shut.

Dignity wasn't much help to the living, it was none to the dead.

The Northman chuckled. 'Fearlessness is a fool's boast, to my mind. The only men with no fear in them are the dead, or the soon to be dead, maybe. Fear teaches you caution, and respect for your enemy, and to avoid sharp edges used in anger. All good things in their place, believe me. Fear can bring you out alive, and that's the very best anyone can hope for from any fight. Every man who's worth a damn feels fear. It's the use you make of it that counts.

A great leader must share the hardships of his followers, of his soldiers, of his subjects. That is how he wins their respect. Great leaders do not complain. Not ever." "Fuck them then," muttered Jezal under his breath. "And this rain, too!

Honour, eh? What the hell is that anyway? Every man thinks it's something different. You can't drink it. You can't fuck it. The more of it you have the less good it does you, and if you've got none at all you don't miss it.' He shook his head. 'But some men think it's the best thing in the world.

Besides, a man who's moved by grovelling will never get enough grovelling for his taste.

En la guerra y cuando el combate acaba, si sigues con vida, te pones a cavar. A cavar las tumbas de los camaradas muertos. Se merecen esa postrer muestra de respeto, aunque tal vez no se lo tuvieras en vida. Cavas todo lo hondo que te apetezca, luego los tiras dentro, les echas un poco de tierra encima, ellos se pudren y tú los olvidas. Siempre se ha hecho así.

When the fighting is over you dig, if you're still alive. You dig graves for your dead comrades, A last mark of respect, however little you might have had for them. You dig as deep as you can bothered, you dump then in, you cover them up, they rot away and are forgotten. That's the way it's always been.

A man who's moved by grovelling will never get enough grovelling for his taste.

History, faith, and reason show the way--the way of unity. We can see each other, not as adversaries, but as neighbors. We can treat each other with dignity and respect. We can join forces, stop the shouting, and lower the temperature. For without unity, there is no peace, only bitterness and fury.

My mother's creed is the American creed: No one is better than you. You are everyone's equal, and everyone is equal to you.