Quotes About Respect

In the North, he discoverd, courtesy was considered a barometer of genuine esteem; for any decently brought up Southerner, good manners were simply habitual.

Doc's idea of clarifyin' a point of contention came awful close to spitting in a man's eye.

Jimmy was no fool but he'd been well loved by good parents and well taught by good teachers, and those two facts accounted for the habit of obedience that mystified and enraged Peggy Soong. Over and over in his life, authority had proven correct and the decisions of his parents and teachers and bosses made sense to him eventually.

He respected her before he loved her, and he loved her before he finished his lunch that first day.

I don't know who these people are, he said, or why you would care about their opinion. But there is nothing sick or worthless about you. You are a lovely spirit.

you can love a person without loving everything about that person.

Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he cannot distinguish the truth within him or around him, and so loses respect for himself. And having no respect, he ceases to love. Fyodor Dostoevsky

Every reporter who came up in legacy media can tell you about a come-to-Jesus moment when an editor put them up against a wall and tattooed a message deep into their skull: show respect for the fundamentals of the craft, or you would not soon be part of it.

And the most important thing he told me was that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat their dogs.

You are more than who you fuck

love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet and brother, arm wrapping shoulders, remember, this is important: you are worth more than who you fuck, you are worth more than a waistline, you are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunken artifacts, you are no less valuable as a size 16 than a size 4, you are no less valuable as a 32A than a 36C you are worth more than any naked bod

And someone's face, whom you love, will be as a star both intimate and ultimate, and you will be both heart-shaken and respectful. And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved, whisper: oh, let me, for a while longer, enter the two beautiful bodies of your lungs.

Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness. Something is wrong, I know it, if I don't keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect. _______

May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect.

He bowed to show his respect. "Thank you," said Jack and Annie. They bowed back to him.

White Buffalo Woman

Don't get too close to

the act of vomiting deserves your respect. It's an orchestral event of the gut.

You may be thinking, Wow, that Mary Roach has her head up her ass. To which I say: Only briefly, and with the utmost respect.

To understand the cautious respect for the dead that pervades the modern anatomy lab, it helps to understand the extreme lack of it that pervades the field's history. Few sciences are as rooted in shame, infamy, and bad PR as human anatomy.

We are all nature, all made of the same basic materials, with the same basic needs. We are no different, on a very basic level, from the ducks and the mussels and last week's coleslaw. Thus we should respect Nature, and when we die, we should give ourselves back to the earth.

Sex is one of those rare topics wherein the desire for others to keep the nitty-gritty of their experiences private is stronger even than the wish to keep mum on one's own nitty-gritty.

I am of the opinion that the vulva of Your Most Sacred Majesty should be titillated for some length of time before intercourse.

And finally, my gratitude to UM 006, H, Mr. Blank, Ben, the big guy in the sweatpants, and the owners of the forty heads. You are dead, but you're not forgotten.