Quotes About Manners

He said okay, probably because I asked him twice and he had been taught that if somebody asks you something twice you say yes, no matter what it is.

Don't stand in front of the TV when other people are watching it.

You can yell on a playground, but not during dinner.

Erica says she has told everybody to come; she doesn't think they'll dare not to. I feel sure she is right for her guests stand in such awe of her that they accede to her requests meekly. They are frightened of her—and no wonder; they don't know how to take her; they are never sure whether her rudeness is meant to be amusing or not.

Tim reminds me unnecessarily at breakfast that the Bensons and the McDougalls are coming to dinner tonight and asks me to tell Annie not to breathe heavily down the back of his neck when she is waiting at table. Spend half an hour wondering how I can possibly put this in a tactful manner and realise that I can't. Decide to say nothing about it and hope for the best.

guess i shouldn't be calling you shorty anymore.–Gunny Van Dyke

Profaneness is a brutal vice. He who indulges in it is no gentleman.

Parties are only bad when a fight breaks out, when men fight over women or vice versa. Someone takes a fall, an ambulance comes, and the police arrive. If you can avoid those things, pretty much all behaviour is acceptable.

In the contemporary world, we think of politeness as surface behavior, like frosting - it's sweet and attractive and finishes off the cake. But 19th century nobility and the enlightened thinkers and stoics before them viewed manners in a very different way. To them, manners are an outward expression of an inward struggle.

I've always thought there was a fair amount of dishonesty involved in politeness.

Seeing her indecision, Bowman said casually, "The others will be coming in here momentarily. And I should probably mention that I have an excellent view up your skirts." Drawing in a sharp breath, Hannah tried to gather her dress more closely around her, and her balance wobbled. Bowman cursed, his amusement vanishing. "Hannah, stop. I'm not looking. Be still, damn it. I'm coming up there to get you.

I'm truthful -- which is very nearly unpardonable in civilized society.

You don't have to apologize for disliking me, only for being discourteous.

Do you happen to have a pocket mirror? "I'm afraid not. Why?" "I've made you late, which means by now Lady Berwick has sprouted serpents from her head, and I can't look at her directly.

You may put a man in a cravat, teach him manners, and make him attend a soiree, but hardly any of us are truly civilized.

Albert, friend to royalty," Beatrix said later at the Rutledge Hotel, laughing as she sat on the floor of their suite and examined the new collar. "I hope you don't get above yourself, and put on airs." "Not around your family, he won't," Christopher said

Thank you," Emerson said, bowing his head and accepting the box with the tender hands of a parent holding a child. "I am indebted-" "Don't be.This doesn't mean I like you or your politics any better," Heath said gruffly.

They deserve the same opportunities that other young ladies of their rank enjoy. I'd like to make that possible, but I can't do it without you staying here to bring them along." He smiled slightly. "Of course, you would be free to train Asad as well. I suspect he'll learn table manners before Pandora does.

A true friend doesn't let another friend drool when a man is present.

Lillian and Daisy were sisters from New York. Their family, the Bowmans, were astonishingly, vulgarly, almost unimaginably wealthy, having made their fortune with a soap manufacturing business. They had no good blood, no manners, and no social patrons. Lillian was a fiercely loving friend, but also strong-willed and bossy. And Daisy was a dreamer who often fretted that real life was never quite as interesting as the novels she read so voraciously.

Do you happen to have a pocket-mirror?" "I'm afraid not. Why?" "I've made you late, which means by now Lady Berwick has sprouted serpents from her head, and I can't look at her directly.

Any food is fair game until it is actually swallowed by someone else.

You, sir, are a moral abyss.' Rather than look shamed, he actually grinned at the remark. 'And you, my lady, are a prude.

David Spellman was born perfect. Eight pounds even, with a full head of hair and unblemished skin, he cried for a brief moment right after his birth (to let the doctor know he was breathing), then stopped abruptly, probably out of politeness.