Quotes About Etiquette

The worst thing is when people try and take pictures surreptitiously. I always say, 'Look, you can ask me for a photograph. You will get a much better one than just the side of my face.' Sometimes they just run off. They can't cope.

I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers.

I never show the back of my tongue. That is a Dutch expression.

An Englishman's never so natural as when he's holding his tongue.

Now they're getting so politically correct you can't even stick your tongue out at somebody.

Come to think of it, even though I've received tons of fan letters and presents from everyone, I've never written anyone back. How rude of me!

People ask, 'Should I call you Sir Hopkins?' But I say, 'No. Call me Tony,' because it's too much of a lift-up.

I'm accustomed to Internet forums where rudeness and incivility are the rule, where too many people seem to take pride in their insults.

Courtesy is the one coin you can never have too much of or be stingy with.

It's too much to expect in an academic setting that we should all agree, but it is not too much to expect discipline and unvarying civility.

I have often seen people uncivil by too much civility, and tiresome in their courtesy.

Conferences at the top level are always courteous. Name-calling is left to the foreign ministers.

For every rude executive who makes it to the top, there are nine successful executives with good manners.

A direct question in the company of men is in most contexts a sort of insult, something you learn young in Sligo bars.

Someone who butts in when you're talking and smugly provides the ending herself. Indeed anyone who butts in, be they child or adult, is most infuriating.

I do wish men, when they're taking their leave from a lady at dawn, wouldn't insist on adjusting their clothes to a nicety, or fussily tying their lacquered cap securely into place. After all, who would laugh at a man or criticize him if they happened to catch sight of him on his way home from an assignation in fearful disarray, with his cloak or hunting costume all awry?

She had never liked people who spoke too familiarly upon first meeting. There ought to be a little bit more formality.

Miss Bennet, I am quite aware of your superior talent for cutting down the Lord's forsaken flock. I merely mean to spare your gown.' Thank you,' said Elizabeth, composing herself, 'but I should rather my gown be soiled than my honor.

I should like balls infinitely better," she replied, "if they were carried on in a different manner." "You should like balls infinitely better," said Darcy, "if you knew the first thing about them.

You better dust off your etiquette, better sit like you did back at whatever grade that made it clear to you that your teachers are not your parents, and that any mess you made remains your responsibility.

You, uh, caught me there at an unladylike moment. Mrs. Wattlesbrook would probably box my ears." "That's why I spoke. I wanted to let you know you were not alone before you did something--something worse." "Like what?" "Whatever women do when they think they're alone.

Thank you, sir. Thus far the highlight of my stay has been making love to you." Mr. Nobley bowed in acknowledgment. The conversation completely quieted.

Is it far?" she asked. "About three hours, ma'am," he said, keeping his eyes on the pavement. "Another three hours." She tried to think of something witty and British to say. "I already feel like a thrice-used tea bag." He didn't smile. "Oh. Um, I'm Jane. What's your name?" He shook his head. "Not allowed to say." Of course, she thought, I'm entering Austenland. The servant class is invisible.

We are ill-fated in that our society demands we engage in unworthy conversations and dances in order to seem courteous, and yet such actions are ultimately vulgar.