Quotes About Manners

Do you know, Lady Bredon, I do believe in time, with the proper guidance, you might become almost . . . intelligent," he said. She put a hand to her head. "Where are my smelling salts?

Dain could not decide what to do with Lady Wallingdon's invitation. A part of his mind recommended he burn it. Another part suggested he urinate on it. Another advised him to shove it down Her Ladyship's throat.

Manners, boy. I'll beat them into you if I have to.

nothing puts a girl off faster than when some

Good girl lesson #2: When your BFF sends you a gorgeous guy, you call her and thank her. That's good manners. Good girl lesson #3: Stop scowling. You'll scare away the aforementioned gorgeous guy.

Now that she could breathe again and he wasn't hurt, she moved closer because a proper southern woman always looked a person in the eyes while she yelled at him.

Me and polite have never been on close terms.

You don't take your cat with you to go bird shopping. Not because the cat isn't polite, but because he's a cat.

Don't yadda yadda the Lord, Harry. It's disrespectful.

If you can't manage courtesy, try silence.

For me chivalry isn't dead; it's an involuntary reflex.

He gave me a severe look over his spectacles and said, as if he thought the words were deadly venom and might kill me, You are an untidy person.

You know, it wouldn't kill you to be a little more polite." "Why take chances," I muttered

This is what is going to happen, Aleran. You will no longer lie with me. You will treat me in exactly the fashion that you would any proper young lady of the Citizenry. You will court me, and do it well, or so help me I will strangle the life from you. Um, Tavi said. And, she said, a massively threatening quality in her tone, you will court me properly after the ways of my people. You will do so with legendary skill and taste. And only when that is done will we share a bed once more.

I remember very little of my father, but one thing I do remember is him telling me always to be polite. It costs you nothing but breath, and can buy you as much as your life.

Just keep the shirt clean," Susan muttered. "No problem. I can wipe my fingers on the cummerbund." "I can't take you anywhere," Susan said.

I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts. Try and convict me if I'm a bad person for thinking so. I enjoy treating a woman like a lady, opening doors for her, paying for shared meals, giving flowers—all that sort of thing.

He gave me a severe look over his spectacles and said, as if he thought the words were deadly venom and might kill me, "You are an untidy person." I put my hand over my heart, grinning at him. "Ow.

Harry. That's not how one talks to young ladies in the South.

You know, it wouldn't kill you to be a little more polite." "Why take chances

I was just being civil, the waiter retorted sulkily. The

lost a certain touching faith in the totem power of good manners, clean hair, and proven competence on the Stanford-Binet scale. To such doubtful amulets had my self-respect been pinned, and I faced myself that day with the nonplused apprehension of someone who has come across a vampire and has no crucifix at hand.

Good manners is the fabric that holds the community together.

She used to be a schoolteacher but she has no class now.