#gentleman

No lady is ever a gentleman. ↗

— James Branch Cabell

#gentleman #lady

All my pictures are built around the idea of getting in trouble and so giving me the chance to be desperately serious in my attempt to appear as a normal little gentleman. ↗

— Charlie Chaplin

#around #attempt #built #chance #desperately

Gone are the days when a gentleman lightly took your hand in his and brushed his lips across it, or tipped his hat to acknowledge you as he chivalrously stepped aside to let you pass. ↗

— Joan Collins

#across #aside #brushed #days #gentleman

A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine. ↗

— John Gay

#company #contempt #dear #fit #gentleman

A gentleman is one who never hurts anyone's feelings unintentionally. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#feelings #gentleman #hurts #never #who

If Wellington epitomizes the English gentleman, Eisenhower epitomizes the natural American gentleman. ↗

— John Keegan

#eisenhower #english #epitomizes #gentleman #natural

I think a gentleman is someone who holds the comfort of other people above their own. The instinct to do that is inside every good man, I believe. The rules about opening doors and buying dinner and all of that other 'gentleman' stuff is a chess game, especially these days. ↗

— Anna Kendrick

#above #believe #buying #chess #chess game

A man may learn from his Bible to be a more thorough gentleman than if he had been brought up in all the drawing-rooms in London. ↗

— Charles Kingsley

#bible #brought #gentleman #had #his

For too long we have been the playthings of massive corporations, whose sole aim is to convert our world into a gargantuan shopping 'mall'. Pleasantry and civility are being discarded as the worthless ephemera of a bygone age; an age where men doffed their hats at ladies, and children could be counted on to mind your Jack Russell while you took a mild and bitter in the pub. The twinkly-eyed tobacconist, the ruddy-cheeked landlord and the bewhiskered teashop lady are being trampled under the mighty blandness of 'drive-thru' hamburger chains. Customers are herded in and out of such places with an alarming similarity to the way the cattle used to produce the burgers are herded to the slaughterhouse. The principal victim of this blandification is Youth, whose natural propensity to shun work, peacock around the town and aggravate the constabulary has been drummed out of them. Youth is left with a sad deficiency of joie de vivre, imagination and elegance. Instead, their lives are ruled by territorial one-upmanship based on brands of plimsoll, and Youth has become little more than a walking, barely talking advertising hoarding for global conglomerates. ... But now, a spectre is beginning to haunt the reigning vulgarioisie: the spectre of Chappism. A new breed of insurgent has begun to appear on the streets, in the taverns and in the offices of Britain: The Anarcho-Dandyist. Recognisable by his immaculate clothes, the rakish angle of his hat and his subtle rallying cry of "Good day to you sir/ madam! ↗

— Gustav Temple and Vic Darkwood

#britain #chap #chappism #chaps #civility

He’d spent his life being a perfect gentleman. He’d never been a flirt. He’d never been a rogue. He hated being the center of attention, but by God, he wanted to be the center of her attention. He wanted to do the wrong thing, the bad thing. He wanted to pull her into his arms and carry her to her bed. He wanted to peel every last inch of her clothing from her body, and then he wanted to worship her. He wanted to show her all the things he wasn’t sure he knew how to say. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#julia-quinn #just-like-heaven #marcus #life