Quotes About Etiquette

I remember shaking her hand while her eyes wandered about the room, looking over my head, at my feet—like a rude guest at a party.

Out of respect, a man must veil his words when talking with a woman, but with a man he can frankly say whatever's on his mind.

Uninvited guests seldom meet a welcome.

A man should either not converse with kings at all, or say what is agreeable to them.

Now I am old-fashioned. A woman, I consider, should be womanly. I have no patience with the modern neurotic girl who jazzes from morning to night, smokes like a chimney, and uses language which would make a billingsgate fishwoman blush!

Was bad language used?" asked Colonel Melchett. "It depends on what you call bad language." "Could you understand it?" I asked. "Of course I could understand it." "Then it couldn't have been bad language," I said. Mrs. Price Ridley looked at me suspiciously. "A refined lady," I explained, "is naturally unacquainted with bad language.

You must always be polite to people whose position forbids them to be rude to you.

True to the precepts handed down to her by her mother and grandmother—to wit: that a true lady can neither be shocked nor surprised—Miss Marple merely raised her eyebrows and shook her head,

Servants must be treated with the utmost courtesy. They are doing skilled work which you could not possibly do yourself without long training. And remember they cannot answer back. You must always be polite to people whose position forbids them to be rude to you. If you are impolite, they will despise you, and rightly, because you have not acted like a lady.

as long as Mary can't cook and has those awful manners—well, we're safe, nobody else would have her." I perceived that my wife's methods of housekeeping were not so entirely haphazard as I had imagined. A certain amount of reasoning underlay them. Whether it was worthwhile having a maid at the price of her not being able to cook, and having a habit of throwing dishes and remarks at one with the same disconcerting abruptness, was a debatable matter.

Mr. Beresford put down the Daily Mail, which he was reading, and applauded with somewhat unnecessary vigour. He was politely requested by his colleague not to be an ass.

I think, my dear, we won't talk any more about murder during tea. Such an unpleasant subject.

At first, I was polite. Really. I said "excuse me," I tried to squeeze through gaps, even apologized for stepping on some toes. What can I say, I'm Canadian.

The Beddingfeld girl was deep in conversation with the missionary parson, Chichester. Women always flutter round parsons.

My Great-aunt Jane always used to say that a true lady was neither shocked nor surprised at anything that might happen," I murmured dreamily. "I endeavour to live up to her precepts.

She was an expert in the exact amount of condolence which would be acceptable.

He chews the gum which I believe is not done in good circles.

And a lot of fandangle it usually is," said Mrs. Burch. "Forms to fill in, and a lot of impertinent questions as shouldn't be asked of any decent body.

Mr. Satterthwaite's conversation was apt to be unduly burdened by mentions of his titled acquaintances.

Now I am old-fashioned. A woman, I consider, should be womanly. I have no patience with the modern neurotic girl who jazzes from morning to night, smokes like a chimney, and uses language which would make a Billingsgate fishwoman blush! I

I mind my own business and I expect other people to mind theirs. I don't listen to gossip and tittle-tattle.

I always help old ladies over crossings, and pick up parcels for old gentlemen, in case they should turn out to be eccentric millionaires. But not one of them has ever asked me my name — and quite a lot never said 'Thank you.

I remember my dear mother teaching me that a gentlewoman should always be able to control herself in public, however much she may give way in private.

Graceful phrases fell from his lips in polished French.