Quotes About Manners

And generally, when people say good night, they keep their tongues to themselves.

Oh my God. I thought I was going to have an aneurysm right there in line. Your hair smells really good? Your hair smells really good? Who did he think he was? James Bond? You don't tell someone their hair smells good. Not in a mall.

As if I would EVER give birth. I suppose a well-mannered little six-year-old would be all right, but they simply don't COME that way. You have to TRAIN them. Too tiresome. I can understand your anguish.

There really was no advantage, that I could see, in having brothers: they chewed with their mouths open, and ate every single Poppin' Fresh roll before I'd even had one.

As hard as it is to date someone with nineteenth-century manners-seriously, it's getting to a point where I spend so much time swimming laps in the campus pool to work off my sexual frustration, my highlights are becoming brassy-I still feel a thrill every time Jesse calls me Susannah. He thinks the name everyone else calls me-Suze-is too short and ugly for someone of my strength and beauty.

The only one I missed was the one about what to say to a man when he tells you he loves you. It turns out you aren't supposed to say thank you. Not, of course, that this will ever happen to me. But Grandmere says I might be surprised someday. I wish!

How about y'all take a seat now, and let's get right to business,' Muffy says as she tucks her cream-colored skirt beneath her in a ladylike manner. We all do as she suggested and take a seat, with the exception of Special Agent Lancaster, who declares he'd prefer to stand. I suppose if he sat down, the stick up his butt would lodge so deeply into his brain that he would instantly expire, and then we'd have another corpse on our hands, so it's just as well.

Welcome," said the magus. "Would you like some dried beef, some dried beef, or some dried beef for lunch?" "Oh, I'll take stuffed pigeons in sauce, thank you, and some decent wine to drink. None of that cheap stuff, please." The magus handed me an almost empty paper package of dried beef and half of a loaf of bread. "Enjoy your meal," he said.

Of course," she said, "Your Majesty." I admired the way she could make the words sound so much like "You Idiot.

Even before I recognized him, I smiled politely. Well trained, I would have smiled so at my executioner.

What would you do if you were King's Thief, Gen? Chew with your mouth open in the royal presence? Chat with the court ladies, dropping the h's at the beginning of your words and garbling the ends of most of them? Everything about you reveals your low birth. You'd never be comfortable at the court.

No one offends a cook.

No one likes being talked to about their face.

As I've already explained, Lady Shadow, I've spent a lot of time at court. I'm already well-versed in the art of bowing and keeping my mouth shut." "Ha! But have you read Crumpets and Cravats?

Oh, thank you, young man!" one of the women said. Her glasses made her eyes look gigantic. "Chivalry still exists in this day and age. See, Flo? What a gentleman.

This night would have been so much more pleasant if all the men had stopped talking.

Would you be so kind as to remove your redundant carcass from the door of this room, my man,' he said, in his high, abstracted voice; 'and keep it in the kitchen, where it is paid to do this and that among the saucepans, I believe … would you? No one rang for you. Your mistress' voice, though high, is nothing like the ringing of a bell … nothing at all.

In my experience, if you look people in the eye they usually mind their own business

Americans are incredibly polite as long as they get what they want.

We were at the White House a couple of weeks ago, the man says, they had a state dinner for Prince Charles and Camilla. Listen, those royals are just the finest people, no pretensions to them whatsoever. You can talk to Prince Charles about anything. Billy nods. There's a silence. Just in time he asks, What did you talk about? Hunting, the man answers.

They want words. They want contact. They want pictures and autographs. Americans are incredibly polite as long as they get what they want.

Are all Dumnonian warriors so ill-mannered? she asked the table at large in an acid voice. You want warriors to be courtiers? Celwin retorted brusquely. You'd send your precious poets to kill the Franks? And I don't mean by reciting their verses at them, though come to think of it that might be quite effective. He leered at the Queen and the three poets shuddered.

The essence of good manners consists in making it clear that one has no wish to hurt. When it is clearly necessary to hurt, it must be done in such a way as to make it evident that the necessity is felt to be regrettable.

Casual experience of life is of very little use to a specialist, such as I aspire to be; good manners are absolutely useless.