Quotes About Chivalry

Virtue knows no color line, and the chivalry which depends upon complexion of skin and texture of hair can command no honest respect.

Robert Surcouf was the most famous of France's eighteenth-century privateers who, based on Mauritius in the Indian Ocean, grew rich on English plunder before retiring to his native St Malo. Renowned for his chivalry towards prisoners, in France he is perhaps best remembered for the reply he gave a captive officer who admonished him for fighting for money rather than, as the British did, for honour. 'Each of us fights,' admitted Surcouf, 'for what he lacks most.

He released her with obvious reluctance and shoved open his door, then came around to open her door. His chivalry brought an even broader smile. "Bet this doesn't last long", she teased. He took her hand. "You keep waiting for me to open it, and I will keep coming around.

Women do not find it difficult nowadays to behave like men, but they often find it extremely difficult to behave like gentlemen.

I assure you, I am not going to ravage you." He sat back aon his heels. "Not only is it unmanly, and thus un-Scotslike, it's too bloody cold." (Kit MacNeill

I've done some crazy things in my life, but asking women their age isn't one of them.

Certainly Louise was not worrying. She had discovered that if by any chance she happened to 'get stuck' there were always people ready to help her. People of the male sex, young or old, welcomed the opportunity to rescue a beautiful damsel in distress.

It is difficult to exaggerate the power that such a woman can obtain over such a man. Peter was by no means a weak character, but he was too gentle, too knightly, too chivalrous, to have the slightest chance against her wiles.

'Don Quijote' by Cervantes. I read the original Spanish version when I was in high school. Such a classic!

A Woman is naturally more helpless than the other Sex; and a Man of Honour and Sense should have this in his View in all Manner of Commerce with her.

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 think …I could walk part of the way," she managed to say. "You wouldn't make it down the terrace steps," Hunt said flatly. "Indulge me while I demonstrate the chivalrous side of my nature. Can you put your arms around my neck?

Do I have to take a knee when I ask her?" Ryan asked."No, but it's traditional." Ryan rubbed the lower half of his jaw, clearly not liking the idea. "Men used to kneel when they were being knighted," Sofia pointed out."Or beheaded," Ryan said darkly.

You wouldn't have left had it been me on the foundry floor—" "I knew you were going to say that," he said in savage disgust. "Of course I wouldn't have left you. I'm the man. A man is supposed to protect his wife.

Regarding her thoughtfully, St. Vincent leaned down to remove her shoes. "You'll be more comfortable without these," he said. "For God's sake, don't shy away. I'm not going to molest you in the carriage." Untying the laces, he continued in a silken tone, "And if I were so inclined it's of little consequence, since we're going to be married soon." He grinned as she jerked her stocking-clad foot away from him, and he reached for the other.

If you had a guy who could carry you, why weren't women carried around all the time?

one of the true tests to tell if a man's been raised right and is a gentleman is whether he stands when a lady enters the room—or

I'll fight dragons, just like any knight for his lady. I'll prove myself. You'll be proud of me.

In my opinion, kissing a lady's hand is a fine tradition. After all, a man must start somewhere.

A man ought to look up to a woman, literally or figuratively, because that is the proper mode of worship, and worship is the very least he can do.

he broke through the wall of men surrounding Olivia—dim-witted fowl clustered about a dozing crocodile, as he saw it—and offered to take her home.

Maybe my values are outdated, but I come from an old school of thought. 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.

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

her look dared me to make some kind of chivalrous commentary. I didn't, and she didn't break my nose, by way of fair exchange.