Quotes About Etiquette

Class is knowing what to say, when it should be said and knowing when you should stop.

Your clothes should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to show you're a lady.

Being nice and being flirty are two diff things. I hate when people get them confused.

Fake coughing in front of smokers just to make them feel guilty!

Feeling rejected after someone reads your message on facebook and doesnt have the manners to reply?!

If I don't answer my phone the first time you call, calling 5 more times isn't going to make me answer.

Letting the phone ring so the person doesnt know you're ignoring them...

We never really grow up, we just learn how to act in public.

Use magic words like Thank you, I'm sorry, please, with all we interact, these words have a healing effect

That awkward moment when you congratulate a fat lady for being pregnant...

A boy makes YOU jealous of another woman, but a gentleman makes another woman jealous of YOU.

Being nice to someone you have an issue with doesn't mean you are fake...it means someone taught you how to be polite.

If they respect you, respect them. If they disrespect you, still respect them. Do not allow the actions of others to decrease your good manners, because you represent yourself, not others.

One of the greatest victories you can gain over someone is to beat him at politeness.

It is law that guests must be fed before the host's curiosity.

Lady," he said, "I am sorry to trouble you." "You have not been trouble yet," I said.

As in if-the-van-is-a-rockin'-don't-come-a-knockin'?" asked Austin.

My dear Madame, I just noticed that I forgot my cane at your house yesterday; please be good enough to give it to the bearer of this letter. P.S. Kindly pardon me for disturbing you; I just found my cane.

M. de Charlus made no reply and looked as if he had not heard, which was one of his favourite forms of rudeness.

Hence one meets in polite society few novelists, or poets, few of all those sublime creatures who speak of the things that are not to be mentioned.

One pretended not to know that the body of a hostess was at the disposal of all comers, provided that her visiting list showed no gaps.

The humanist, who read too much, ate too much. He quoted and burped, and these two complaints were equally repugnant to his neighbor, a self-made aristocrat, Madame Lenoir.

His protestations went unheeded, for they were gathered to attend a funeral and one was expected to say the right things.

Clay pulled Lucas along and as they were approaching the back door, he called, "Madam Secretary . . . I need you to meet this guy." She stopped and turned and looked at Lucas and then Clay, did a quick price check on Lucas's suit, and asked, "How do you do?