Quotes About Politeness

I can't figure out if I like him. He's polite. It's the kind of politeness that makes you feel full, as if you've eaten too much jam

I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.

The town could not talk, and would not listen. How'd you like to hear about the war? he might have asked, but the place could only blink and shrug. It had no memory, therefore no guilt. The taxes got paid and the votes got counted and the agencies of government did their work briskly and politely. It was a brisk, polite town. It did not know shit about shit, and did not care to know.

It was a brisk, polite town. It did not know shit about shit, and did not care to know. Norman Bowker leaned back and considered what he might've said on the subject. He knew shit. It was his specialty. The smell, in particular, but also the numerous varieties of texture and taste. Someday he'd give a lecture on the topic. Put on a suit and tie and stand up in front of the Kiwanis club and tell the fuckers about all the wonderful shit he knew. Pass out samples, maybe.

You know, the kind who know Jesus by His first name, but out of politeness never use it even to His face.

Two little girls who knew what nobody else in the world knew—how not to ask questions. How to believe what had to be believed. There was politeness in that reluctance and generosity as well. Is your mother sick too? No, she dances all night. Oh—and an understanding nod.

And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive, we were not free, merely licensed, we were not compassionate, we were polite, not good, but well behaved.

And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity;

No cook can ignore the opinion of a man who asks for three helpings. One is politeness, two is hunger, but three is a true and cherished compliment.

It's pretty hard to be efficient without being obnoxious.

Well, they certainly didn't teach you any manners. (Lorelei) I'm a pirate. What, would you have me spout poetry? (Jack)

Shouldn't you be asking for my name first?

Being treated with politeness, consideration, even respect is different from being treated as an equal.

But West, like the rest of the Trevors, was endlessly polite. It gave them protection; they could stand neatly behind their courtesy.

in both bookstores and coffee shops, it's actually polite to leave browsers and readers alone. When you harass people and offer to help them too much, they feel like you're nudging them out the door.

He remounted. "I will ride with you." With some effort, he gentled his voice. "If that would be agreeable to you." "How kind of you. Thank you.

Will you please take him outside for some fresh air? Go across the street and buy him a chocolate bar.' She said it so formally, but instead of sounding polite, it sounded like Claire was really telling him to take Owen across the fucking street and get him a fucking chocolate bar, and, by the way, fuck you.

Without discussing it with his mother, Anton went up to his teacher, Miss Katballe, and informed her that after seven years he was now quitting school. It was the best day of her life, she replied. With unexpected politeness he bowed, thanked her, and said, likewise.

An Englishman, even if he is alone, forms an orderly queue of one.

That's pretty." He remembered Sansa telling him once that he should say that whenever a lady told him her name.

A lady's armor is courtesy

A smile should be a servant, and come only when you call it.

There is a kind of courtesy in skepticism. It would be an offense against polite conventions to press our doubts too far.

Civilization depends on, and civility often requires, the willingness to say, "What you are doing is none of my business" and "What I am doing is none of your business.