Quotes About Society

I viewed my fellow man not as a fallen angel, but as a risen ape.

We understand 'Roots,' and that experience was mind-boggling, and it changed the way society viewed race relations. It was incredibly important. With 'Roots,' I was just as proud as anybody else that people of color were getting their stories told.

That is perceptive of you, because in this country men dancers have always been viewed with suspicion. If you were an actor, a star, and a dancer, you had to be, or have a name like someone 'mainstream.'

I'm truthful -- which is very nearly unpardonable in civilized society.

Do you think a commoner should dare to dress like a blue blood?" Rhys asked as Quincy pulled the hem of the robe over his legs. "I believe every man ought to dress as well as he is able." Rhys's eyes narrowed. "Do you think it's right for people to judge a man for what he wears?" "It is not for me to decide whether it is right, sir. The fact is, they do.

Going wherever you please, any time of day or night. Doing a man's work, when you should be at home with a mending basket. You'll do more good for the world that way than trying to become a man." "I have no desire to become a man," Garrett said coolly. "That would be backsliding.

A gorgeous woman was never expected to be smart, and if she was, most people found it off-putting. There was only so much good fortune a normal person could forgive in another

Tighten the reins? I'll do my damnedest to make her as assertive as possible. Lysette should be terrified of me, yet she somehow has the courage to face me as an equal. I don't deserve such a gift. God knows I won't be fool enough to throw that away. I would slit my throat before asking that she pander to the rules of our quaint little society.

You're no longer a wallflower, nor a virgin, nor the helpless child who had to endure life with the Maybricks. You're a viscountess with a sizable fortune, and a scoundrel of a husband. Whose rules will you adhere to now?

You may put a man in a cravat, teach him manners, and make him attend a soiree, but hardly any of us are truly civilized.

Poppy, this is London society, where the truth can get you into trouble. If you tell one truth, you'll have to tell another truth, and another, to keep covering up.

What if no one will have us here either?" "Then we'll become a pair of wicked old spinsters, romping back and forth across Europe.

Economic change is always accompanied by social change. No one can stop that.

Daisy gave her a speaking glance, and her sister grinned. "Never fear," Lillian continued, "eventually we will succeed in infiltrating London society, and then we'll marry Lord Heavydebts and Lord Shallowpockets, and finally assume our places as ladies of the manor.

By being the master of the house. Back in America the woman is the ruler of the home, but in England everything revolves around the man.

I'm afraid Helen can't go anywhere at the moment. She's been in bed all day, ill with a nervous condition." His eyes changed, some unfathomable emotion spangling the dark depths. "A nervous condition," he repeated, his voice iced with scorn. "That seems a common complaint among aristocratic ladies. Someday I'd like to know what makes you all so nervous.

It was Evie, Lady St. Vincent, her red hair arranged in in a loose chignon. "I've been looking for you," she said. "We haven't seen you for days,"Lillian said. "Where have you been?" Evie's color deepened. "With St. Vincent." "What have you been... Oh, good God. Never mind.

They shop at Dollar Tree because they don't want to get dressed up for Walmart.

What if Winterborne turns out to be lame and blind?" "He'll still be rich.

Maybe he should marry. At the age of thirty-one, it was high time to take a wife and sire children. There were dozens of eligible young women here, all blue-blooded and well-bred. Marrying one of them would help to advance him socially. He considered the Ravenel sisters. The oldest, Helen, had married Rhys Winterborne, and Lady Pandora had married Lord St. Vincent this morning. But there was one sister left . . . Pandora's twin, Cassandra.

I thought he was your friend." "Oh, he is. But have no illusions about Winterborne. He's not like any man you've ever known, nor is he someone your parents would have allowed you to meet in society.

You, sir, are a moral abyss.' Rather than look shamed, he actually grinned at the remark. 'And you, my lady, are a prude.

What it lacks in prostitution, it makes up for in drugs and public urination.

Sometimes our talent is plain old everyday people skills that have been lost in our fast-paced society—listening, compassion, a sense of humor, and a positive outlook.