Quotes About Chivalry

No yield to the dead! Never stab the fighter when he's down. Where's the glory, killing the dead twice over?

Alison's mummy and I took one look at each other, and from then on the age of chivalry was dead.

We have had the morality of submission, and the morality of chivalry and generosity; the time is now come for the morality of justice.

All the screen cowboys behaved like real gentlemen. They didn't drink, they didn't smoke. When they knocked the bad guy down, they always stood with their fists up, waiting for the heavy to get back on his feet. I decided I was going to drag the bad guy to his feet and keep hitting him.

Friends and colleagues meet halfway. Men (real men) pick up women at their apartments or offices for dates.

If I see any man dipping toward the ground in your vicinity, I shall punt him out the door," Trent promised. "I

Don't worry, he said, I never leave a damsel in the same state of distress I found her in.

I'm a romantic, and I like guys to bring flowers and buy some gifts - not expensive things, just romantic things.

All the epigrams written against the little sex—for it is antiquated nowadays to say the fair sex—ought to be disarmed of their point and changed into madrigals of eulogy! All men ought to consider that the sole virtue of a woman is to love and that all women are prodigiously virtuous, and at that point to close the book and end their meditation.

My further advice on your relations to women is based upon that other motto of chivalry, "Serve all, love one."

For my part, I like those long trials of the old-fashioned chivalry. That lout of a young lord, who took offence because his sovereign-lady sent him down among the lions to fetch her glove, was, in my opinion, very impertinent, and a fool too. Doubtless the lady had in reserve for him some exquisite flower of love, which he lost, as he well deserved—the puppy!

Eriko raised me that way," he said, laughing. "If I didn't open the door for her, she'd get mad and refuse to get in the car." "Even though she was a man!" I said, laughing. "Right, right, even though she was a man.

A terrible worm in an iron cocoon," as he was called in an anonymous poem, the knight rode on a saddle rising in a high ridge above the horse's backbone with his feet resting in very long stirrups so that he was virtually standing up and able to deliver tremendous swinging blows from side to side with any one of his armory of weapons.

the symbolism of the Garter, a circlet to bind the Knight-Companions mutually, and all of them jointly to the King as head of the Order.

For a knight to ride in a carriage was against the principles of chivalry and he never under any circumstances rode a mare.

The boy would learn to ride, to fight, and to hawk, the three chief physical elements of noble life,

terrible worm in an iron cocoon," as he was called in an anonymous poem, the knight rode on a saddle rising in a high ridge above the horse's backbone with his feet resting in very long stirrups so that he was virtually standing up and able to deliver tremendous swinging blows from side to side with any one of his armory of weapons.

I like a little chivalry; I like to receive flowers. I like taking care of a son and a husband, and in my judgment, those who recoil from these things don't know what they're missing.

The old interests of aristocracy - the romance of action, the exalted passions of chivalry and war - faded into the background, and their place was taken by the refined and intimate pursuits of peace and civilization.

I am at heart a gentleman.

But he remembered that even if she did box his ears, he musn't box hers again, for she was a girl, and all that boys must do, if girls are rude, is to go away and leave them.

Sir Galahad and Sir Percivale rencountered in the depths of a great forest. Now, Sir Galahad was dight all in harness of silver, clear and shining; the which is a delight to look upon, but full hasty to tarnish, and withouten the labour of a ready squire, uneath to be kept fair and clean. And yet withouten squire or page, Sir Galahad's armour shone like the moon. And he rode a great white mare, whose bases and other housings were black, but all besprent with fair lilys of silver sheen.

M'sieur, I am as a slave to my wife. He kissed the tips of his fingers. I am as the dirt beneath her feet. He clasped his hands. I must bestow on her all that she desires, or die! Pray make use of my sword, invited his Grace. It is in the corner behind you.

Your strength lies in being precisely the kind of man who can procure one a chair when it has come on to rain.