Top 1200 Miss Manners Quotes & Sayings - Page 4

I haven't seen any poet in this country behave nearly as rudely as Newt Gingrich or Bill O'Reilly. I'm not asking these people to approve of everyone's manners. I don't feel obliged to defend the manners of every poet who submits a poem to my web site. That's not my job. My job is to provide them with an opportunity to speak from the heart. If there's not much in the heart and if the mouth is running wild, that's not my problem.

I'm tired of being thought of as Miss Goody Two-Shoes... the girl next door, Miss Happy-Go-Lucky.

The Sixties were an era of extreme reality. I miss the smell of tear gas. I miss the fear of getting beaten.

I'm standing here saying that those who miss the boat now, will miss it forever. So if you want to be in Africa, think about investing.

It's great to be able to buy normal-sized jeans and watching the pounds fall off, but I do miss drink and I do miss cheese!

Sometimes I've gone out there and thought to myself, 'Don't miss this one, don't miss it.' I don't think about that anymore. It just comes natural.

We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.

I miss my kids, and they miss me. It's very difficult, but I have to do it for my country and fulfill my dreams coming to the 2012 London Olympics.

I just miss - I miss being anonymous.

There are things I miss," you said. "But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more.

I'll miss the relationships I have built with these actors. I'll miss the devotion we have to this work. Over this length of time, the tendency is to think it will never end.

Just as with the Miss South Africa platform, I understand the responsibility of being Miss Universe and the impact it has on millions of lives.

Po swirled upward from where it had been sitting, and floated over to the window. "When you go swimming and you put your head under the water," Po said, "and everything is strange and underwater-sounding, and strange and underwater-looking, you don't miss the air do you? You don't miss the above-water sounds and the above-water look. It's just different." "True." Liesl was quiet for a moment. Then she added, "But I bet you'd miss it if you were drowning. I bet you'd really miss the air then."

A great man once wrote, "Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire." If only I were as eloquent as Mr. de la Rochefoucauld...I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And I want you. And I need your kiss. And your touch on my skin like a man needs water. Always.

They had a silent staring contest, but Percy didn’t back down. When he and Annabeth started dating, his mother had drummed it into his head: It’s good manners to walk your date to the door. If that was true, it had to be good manners to walk her to the start of her epic solo death quest.

I do miss competing, being out there - the atmosphere, I do miss it.

When I miss class for one day, I know it. When I miss class for two days, my teacher knows it. When I miss class for three days, the audience knows it.

If you miss the moment, you miss your life.

I sometimes miss the days where I could fly a little more under the radar. There was no social media in the '90s, and it was a different world. I also miss TRL - that was always a blast!

I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home.

Good company requires only birth, education, and manners, and with regard to education is not very nice. Birth and good manners are essential; but a little learning is by no means a dangerous thing in good company; on the contrary, it will do very well.

The state calls Paul Winthrop to the stand." ... Paul answered the opening questions briefly, weighing his words, his eyes on Julia's. "Would you tell the court the nature of your relationship with Miss Summers?" "I'm in love with Miss Summers." The faintest of smiles touched his lips. "Completely in love with Miss Summers.

I'll miss the comments from the people on the street who love the show and who have felt its impact on the culture. I won't miss the shooting schedule, though!

Well, that’s just a little hard, since I can’t even talk her into sparing your life, huh? You haven’t exactly endeared yourself to her. (Kat) Oh, excuse my utter lack of manners there. Should we call Mommy dearest and invite her over for tea? I promise to be on my best manners when I choke the life out of her. (Sin)

The paradox is, I can't miss the good things about my father while he is alive, but I will of course miss him... when he is dead.

If you can miss getting up in the morning and running into a wall, I miss playing football. I'll never be a frustrated athlete.

Architecture, like dress, is an exercise in good manners, and good manners involve the habit of skillful insincerity - the habit of saying "good morning" to those whose mornings you would rather blight, and of passing the butter to those you would rather starve.

I kinda miss having Miss USA around.

I miss training for football and I miss playing matches.

I used to love going out and celebrating with the lads. But we can do that in the hotel and I don't miss it. I don't feel that urge any more. Once you make the transition to not doing it then you don't miss it.

I don't miss playing for the Yankees. I miss my friends, my teammates.

I miss the preparation for game week and all the things. I miss the draft and getting prepared for that. I grew up in this business, that's all I've ever known.

Sometimes we get so focused on the results that we miss doing it - we miss the adventure of being in the midst of something because we're looking too far ahead.

I miss you', he admitted. 'I'm here', she said. 'That's when I miss you most. When you're here. When you aren't here, when you're just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it's easier then.

I made history being crowned the second black woman to win Miss U.S.A. and I was fifth place in The Miss Universe pageant.

There isn't anything I do that promotes the word soft. Do I miss practice? No. Do I not play hard? No. Do I miss any games? No. Do I back down from bigger guys? No. That's all right. I have to earn my name.

I miss the guys, and I miss playing baseball. Just being able to swing the bat, or run, or dive for a ball, or slide into second.

I really miss Kanpur. I am very fond of the rasgullas of Ghosh Sweets. I miss strolling in Naveen Market and on Mall Road.

I do not miss the hours you have to spend preparing for the upcoming season in July, in March, April. I do not miss half my day being in the gym... to get ready to play.

I miss everything. The field, the dressing room, the training. I miss San Siro. But I was lucky enough to experience good feelings as a player.

We don't miss what we never had, but we miss terribly things we almost had. And we miss things we used to have most of all. Through we hope and pray for our relationships, our looks, and our lives to improve, having more also means having more to lose.

I'm not going to lie: I miss the grass and the trees... I miss home. On a Sunday morning, you could chill on the deck and listen to people mowing their lawns. It was very serene.

I have been feeling the love of South Africans since I got crowned Miss South Africa, even before going to Miss Universe. Because of that, while I was walking on the Miss Universe stage, I knew that I was there as one body, but as I stood on that stage, I stood as millions of South Africans.

I'm good with digital technology, but I start to miss the physical world. I miss riding my bike, talking to friends.

I remember I was a dark horse at Miss Universe. No one saw Miss India coming from a mile and suddenly there she was!

I miss the classroom and the bit I miss the most is the one-on-one personal interactions with the students, those moments when they surprise you with their insightfulness, or their cheekiness.

The game of football requires attention constantly. If you miss one play, you can miss a lot of action - unlike some other sports.

I miss winning. I miss being on the podium.

In all modern depressions, recessions, or growth-correction, as variously they are called, we never miss the goods that are not produced. We miss only the opportunities for the labour - for the jobs - that are not provided.

I have a lot of friends that are ex-Miss Alabamas and ex-Miss Georgias.

I miss the banter with friends and family, which more often than not takes place within the confines of a decent public house. So I miss the pubs.

When they told me I had to have a heart operation, my main memory is standing in my kitchen and thinking what I would really miss was my little tea towel. Not for one minute did I think, 'Oh, I'm going to really miss performing.' The things you're going to miss are your wife, your egg cup, your seat that you sit in to watch TV.

I really miss Australia. I miss eating fish n' chips, oh my God, and Australian pies and the wonderful corner shops.

I do miss talking in the press, I miss meeting journalists at shows and stuff but maybe that's more out of habit than anything?

I am nervous that the craft of songwriting is taking a nose dive...And since I'm a songwriter and I connect with an interpretative, you know, interpretation of a song, I miss it. I just miss it.

I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.

A lot of people say I'd miss show business if I quit. I'd miss some of it. Now it's the only life I know.

As an old-time New Yorker, it's not that I miss the '70s and '80s or whatever. I miss the fact that there was a certain kind of energy that exists when people can live for nothing.

I keep thinking I'm going to miss it back in Los Angeles. But I don't. The only thing I miss is driving out in the desert in the Southwest.

Miss Grantham's sense of humour got the better of her at this point, and, tottering towards a chair, she sank into it, exclaiming in tragic accents:'Oh Heavens! I am betrayed!' His lordship blenched; both he and miss Laxton regarded her with guilty dismay. Miss Grantham buried her face in her handkerchief, and uttered one shattering word: 'Wretch!