#manner

On some peculiar pigmented cells found in two mosquitoes fed on malarial. ↗

— Ronald Ross

#going #i #indefensible #indefinable #manner

The belief is growing on me that the disease is communicated by the bite of the mosquito... She always injects a small quantity of fluid with her bite - what if the parasites get into the system in this manner. ↗

— Ronald Ross

#going #i #indefensible #indefinable #manner

I can't live without eyeliner. ↗

— Sanya Richards-Ross

#going #i #indefensible #indefinable #manner

As a Texan, I say ma'm and sir to my age contemporaries and open doors for anyone that I can. This goes for men, too, though it is appreciated when they beat me to it and disappointing when they don't. ↗

— Tiffany Madison

#chivalry #kindness #manners #men #men-and-women

For example, in Paris, if one desires to buy something, you enter the store and say "Good morning, sir" or "madam," depending on what is appropriate, you wait until you are greeted, you make polite chitchat about the weather or some such, and when the salesperson asks what they can do for you, then and only then do you bring up the vulgar business of the transaction you require. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#manners #paris #business

I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#humor #manners #philip-marlowe #put-downs #raymond-chandler

She only maintains that it is possible, under some circumstances, for a lady to murder her husband; but that a woman who wears ankle-strap shoes and smokes on the street corner, though she may be a joy to all who know her and have devoted her life to charity, could never qualify as a lady. ↗

— Judith Martin

#miss-manners #smoking #life

Never tell a mother how she has to raise her children and give no advice over their schooling, health or nutrition if you are not asked to. ↗

— Rossana Condoleo

#etiquette #giving-advice #good-manners #life-coaching #life-experience

I would have done anything for him. But these days, I don't want to do anything. I don't want to get drunk or go to a wild party or make out with random boys-not that I've ever wanted to. I don't want to watch chick flicks or eat ice cream or get a haircut or buy out half of the mall. I don't want cold, cruel revenge. I don't want to see him suffer when karma catches up with him and kick his ass. I don't even want to talk to him right now, simply because it would be awkward and pathetic and I wouldn't know what to say to him. Yes, there is self-control, preventing me from being stupid and acting like a desperate doofus in the manner most heartbroken people do. But there is also a weary numbness threatening to consume every inch of me: Isn't there a way for me to skip straight to the part where I'm fine again? ↗

— Marla Miniano

#self-control #manners

We who have been born and nurtured on this soil, we, whose habits, manners, and customs are the same in common with other Americans, can never consent to - be the bearers of the redress offered by that Society to that much afflicted. ↗

— Richard V. Allen

#bearers #been #born #common #consent