Quotes About Etiquette

The proper way to eat a fig, in society, Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump, And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy, moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.

Murtagh was one of those men who always looked a bit startled to find that women had voices, but he nodded politely enough.

As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle Hal's opinion being that since the letter had a direction upon it, the intended recipient was obvious, the seal indicated plainly who had written it, and he did not waste his time in writing to fools.

Nice clothes are all very well, but if gossip and scheming and worry and silly parties and tiny rules of etiquette go with them Ã¢â'¬Â¦ no. I'd as soon live in my shift and say what I like.

Oh God. It isn't Wednesday, is it, Hardy?" he pleaded, ascending the steps toward the footman, who smiled at sight of him, bowing as he opened the door. Yes, my lord. Has been all day, I'm afraid

You must not suggest any hint of scandal, and - just as important - you must not cause jealousy. Be sweet and unassuming, always admire your companions' frocks and dismiss your own, and do not bat your eyes at their sons or brothers, should such be present. […] And as she had no intention whatever of attracting a potential husband, she was extremely popular with the young women of society. (A Fugitive Green)

No, that's all right," she said, and then yawned involuntarily, gaping so widely that she startled herself and clapped a hand belatedly over her mouth. "Oh, dear. I do beg your pardon, Mrs. Fraser." That made me smile; she had John's elegant manners—perhaps Hal did, too, when he wasn't engaging in undiluted bastardliness.

Don't fart above your arsehole.

He took my arm, and bowed formally. "And may I have the pleasure to present to you my wife, Claire?" he said aloud, shifting effortlessly into French. "Claire?" The Governor looked wildly at me. "Claire?" "Er, yes," I said, hoping he wasn't going to faint. He looked very much as though he might, though I had no idea why the revelation of my Christian name ought to affect him so strongly.

I would have liked to know what Emily Post had to recommend in a situation like this, but as Miss Post wasn't present, I was forced to improvise.

I don't know why your husband does not beat you regularly," he remarked, shaking his head. "Or at least keep you locked up safely at home. Has he the slightest idea Ã¢â'¬Â¦?" "Sir Richard is a most accomplished diplomat," she replied with complacence. "He has a great facility for not knowing things that it is expedient not to know.

Now, me lord, you know you oughtn't talk like that at this hour of the morning. Yougot to pardon his lordship, sir," he said apologetically to Jones. "His father—theduke, you know—had him schooled in logic. He can't really help it, like." Spoken by a most loyal valet, Tom Bryd, in defense of the inherit workings of the mind of his employer, Lord John Grey

It's not for me or another European to speak about domestic political choices or decisions in the U.S.

I worked for a couple of screamers in my early days in Hollywood. I don't like being screamed at, and I am not myself a screamer.

I hate it when people come up to me when I'm eating.

As an editor, I have to be tactful, of course.

Oh, I'd never put my elbows on the table.

I think the problem today is that there is no social etiquette.

I tried to play the etiquette game - the respect game - for too long, and it didn't work out for me.

In beauty school, you learn etiquette.

Cussing ain't for everybody.

inquisidor le interrumpió y le ofreció la mano, lacia, para que hiciera la pertinente genuflexión.

Not only will you sleep with me, but you will say 'please.'" I stared at him, shocked. The smile widened. "You will say 'please' before and 'thank you' after." Nervous laughter bubbled up. "You've gone insane. All that peroxide in your hair finally did your brain in, Goldilocks.

I turned to leave and paused before the gap in the ruined wall. "One last thing, Your Majesty. I'd like a name I can put into my report, something shorter than typing out 'The Leader of the Southern Shapechanger Faction.' What should I call you?" "Lord." I rolled my eyes. He shrugged. "It's short.