Quotes About Chivalry

Fine-looking young chap, isn't he? Would have cut quite a dash as a dragoon but for his vocation as a virgin.

Roland, the flower of chivalry, Expired at Roncevall." Thomas Campbell. "Hero-worship endures for ever while man endures." Carlyle. "Roland, the gode knight." Turpin's History of Charlemagne.

One does not leave so small and beautiful a female creature alone with ten heated men in the middle of the night.

Oi'm always noble, sir; it's in my blood. 'As been ever since Oi ate that knight a few years back. Why?

I do not doubt he has a low opinion of women too. Gallantry is often a cloak for contempt.

But Briggs, when he realized her intention, leapt to his feet, snatched chairs which were not in her way out of it, kicked a footstool which was not in her path on one side, hurried to the door, which stood wide open, in order to hold it open, and followed her through it, walking by her side along the hall.

Elaine the fair, Elaine the lovable,Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat.

Many-tower'd Camelot.

The greater man the greater courtesy.

Chivalry: It's treating a woman politely As long as she isn't a fright: It's guarding the girls who act rightly, If you can be judge of what's right; It's being—not just, but so pleasant; It's tipping while wages are low; It's making a beautiful present, And failing to pay what you owe.

And Zach was taking his jacket off and draping it around my shoulders, which (according to Liz, who double checked with Macey) is the single-sexiest thing a guy can do.

Women always go through the door first. Even ardent feminists would admit it's nice. It's not an acknowledgment of women as the weaker sex; it's perhaps an acknowledgment of women as the stronger sex.

My dad was a particularly polite kind of guy, very courteous.

I think I tend to try to let a woman walk through a door first, and I walk on the outside on the street. But that's probably because I'm an ancient creature.

To Lucasta, Going to the Wars Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As thou too shalt adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.

Whoa." Adrian leapt up and rushed to Jill's side. "You need to let this go. What, are you going to start a fight with some girl?" Reed turned his glare on Adrian. "Stay out of this." "The hell I will! You're crazy." If anyone had asked me to make up a list of people most likely to risk a fight in defense of a lady's honor, Adrian Ivashkov would have been low on that list. Yet there he stood, face hard and hand sitting protectively on Jill's shoulder. I was in awe. And impressed.

Even if I'd been wide awake, I knew Dimitri would've taken my suitcase anyway. That's how he was, a lost remnant of chivalry in the modern world, ever-ready to help others.

The guy that's going to kick your ass for hurting her.

He was just one of those rare guys who could be both a gentleman and a badass.

Have you ever known me to be rude to a lady? I have seen you be intentionally rude to a woman. I have never seen you be rude to a lady.

Kjære mand, jeg tar hende i armene og løfter hende. Det er bare et tiltak. Men det forstår sig, jeg må fare åt som folk med en sån damesperson og sætte hende pent ned igjen. Heller ikke må jeg snakke fysisk eller te mig svinagtig i hendes nærværelse.

I was seized with bitterness, and wept as I went along the street. . . . I cursed the cruel powers, whoever they might be, that persecuted me so, consigned them to hell's damnation and eternal torments for their petty persecution. There was but little chivalry in fate, really little enough chivalry; one was forced to admit that.

I will never hurt a girl, I respect them too much

My code of life and my personal bushido is honour, respect, loyalty, courage and surrender.