Noblesse Oblige Quotes

If you’re in the luckiest one per cent of humanity, you owe it to the rest of humanity to think about the other 99 per cent.

We should be too big to take offense and too noble to give it.

Great power involves great responsibility

There is possibly no insult so calculated to sting the English as the suggestion that they may at any time be considered foreign, as this flies in the face of the obvious truth that the whole of Creation actually belongs to the English, and that they are just allowing everybody else to camp out on bits of it from a national sense of noblesse oblige.

The Sikh gave him the money. When Menon asked for his address so that he could repay the man, the Sikh said that Menon owed the debt to any stranger who came to him in need, as long as he lived. The help came from a stranger and was to be repaid to a stranger.

The other night we talked about literature's elimination of the unessential, so that we are given a concentrated "dose" of life. I said, almost indignantly, "That's the danger of it, it prepares you to live, but at the same time, it exposes you to disappointments because it gives a heightened concept of living, it leaves out the dull or stagnant moments. You, in your books, also have a heightened rhythm, and a sequence of events so packed with excitement that i expected all your life to be delirious, intoxicated." Literature is an exaggeration, a dramatization, and those who are nourished on it (as I was) are in great danger of trying to approximate an impossible rhythm. Trying to live up to dostoevskian scenes every day. And between writers there is a straining after extravagance. We incite each other to jazz-up our rhythm. It is amusing that, when Henry, Fred, and I talked together, we fell back into a deep naturalness. Perhaps none of us is a sensational character. Or perhaps we have no need of condiments. Henry is, in reality, mild not temperamental; gentle not eager for scenes. We may all write about sadism, masochism, the grand quignol, bubu de montparnasse (in which the highest proof of love is for a pimp to embrace his woman's syphilis as fervently as herself, a noblesse-oblige of the apache world), cocteau, drugs, insane asylums, house of the dead, because we love strong colors; and yet when we sit in the cafe de la place clichy, we talk about henry's last pages, and a chapter which was too long, and richard's madness. "One of his greatest worries," said Henry, "was to have introduced us. He thinks you are wonderful and that you may be in danger from the 'gangster author.

[I]f you don't feel or look rich, you don't necessarily feel the same sense of obligation that a traditional rich person does or should: Noblesse oblige is, after all, dependent on a classical idea of who is and is not the nobility. As that starts to fall away, obligation--to culture, to the future, to each other--begins to disappear too.

I think my sense of right and wrong, my feeling of noblesse oblige, and any thought I may have against the oppressor and for the oppressed came from [Le Morte d'Arthur]....It did not seem strange to me that Uther Pendragon wanted the wife of his vassal and took her by trickery. I was not frightened to find that there were evil knights, as well as noble ones. In my own town there were men who wore the clothes of virtue whom I knew to be bad....If I could not choose my way at the crossroads of love and loyalty, neither could Lancelot. I could understand the darkness of Mordred because he was in me too; and there was some Galahad in me, but perhaps not enough. The Grail feeling was there, however, deep-planted, and perhaps always will be.

As they say, with great power comes great responsibility.” “Are you screwin’ with me, man?” Taylor asked bluntly.

Impotence and sodomy are socially O.K. but birth control is flagrantly middle-class.

The Global Financial Crisis (2008-?); it is not a matter of noblesse oblige as of vitesse oblige.

service,” which is nothing other than a modern echo of noblesse oblige, and generally undertaken in the same spirit of benign condescension.

Noblesse oblige; or, superior advantages bind you to larger generosity.

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If you happened to be born on third base, you didn't rub it in the face of the guy who wasn't even born in the stadium. Self-interest was generally checked at the door with your coat and hat.

This is the white man’s burden, the noblesse oblige of the missionary, colonist and development professional, who feel a duty to shepherd those unfortunate enough to be trapped in unenlightenment.

Mmm, being irresistibly likeable is such a trial,' she drawled in an impeccable aristocratic whine. 'One is constantly in demand, but one must do one's duty, mustn't one, dear chap? Noblesse oblige and all that...

No, no, it’s not me, it’s them—that old time that I’ve tried to have live in me. These were just men, unimportant evidently or they wouldn’t have been ‘unknown’; but they died for the most beautiful thing in the world—the dead South. You see,” she continued, her voice still husky, her eyes glistening with tears, “people have these dreams they fasten onto things, and I’ve always grown up with that dream. It was so easy because it was all dead and there weren’t any disillusions comin’ to me. I’ve tried in a way to live up to those past standards of noblesse oblige—there’s just the last remnants of it, you know, like the roses of an old garden dying all round us—streaks of strange courtliness and chivalry in some of these boys an’ stories I used to hear from a Confederate soldier who lived next door, and a few old darkies. Oh, Harry, there was something, there was something! I couldn’t ever make you understand but it was there.

I was to grow used to hearing, around New York, the annoying way in which people would say: 'Edward Said, such a suave and articulate and witty man,' with the unspoken suffix 'for a Palestinian.' It irritated him, too, naturally enough, but in my private opinion it strengthened him in his determination to be an ambassador or spokesman for those who lived in camps or under occupation (or both). He almost overdid the ambassadorial aspect if you ask me, being always just too faultlessly dressed and spiffily turned out. Fools often contrasted this attention to his tenue with his membership of the Palestine National Council, the then-parliament-in-exile of the people without a land. In fact, his taking part in this rather shambolic assembly was a kind of noblesse oblige: an assurance to his landsmen (and also to himself) that he had not allowed and never would allow himself to forget their plight. The downside of this noblesse was only to strike me much later on.

If Lee had an example of perfect leadership, it was in the man that he most wanted to follow himself, the God-Man of the New Testament. From Him, and from the social tradition of noblesse oblige in which Lee was raised, Lee developed a particular abhorrence of selfishness.

They were inculcated with a firm sense of noblesse oblige, as with a respect for hierarchy; the Slonim girls knew well how to decode a social situation, and what they could rightfully expect from one. In part these seemed to be survival tactics for living in an uncertain time.

There is possibly no insult so calculated to sting the English as the suggestion that they may at any time be considered foreign, as this flies in the face of the obvious truth that the whole of Creation actually belongs to the English, and they are just allowing everybody else to camp on bits of it from a national sense of noblesse oblige.

Where the establishment emphasized humility, prudence, lineage, meritocracy celebrates ambition, achievement, brains&self-betterment

Britta wanted to try to turn a guard. Tamara thought it was idiotic. “What are you going to do? Buy him beer and tell him about Kropotkin?” I envisioned the conversation: Vanguard: Wage Slave, are you aware that you are but a wire nail in the toolbox of capitalism? Wage Slave: I thought I was a chisel. Vanguard: No, the petit bourgeois are the chisels. Wage Slave: What about a washer set? Can I be a washer set? Vanguard: No, my ferret, run free! For I have unlocked your collar with knowledge! Wage Slave: I want to be a chisel. Vanguard pushes screaming ferret through hole in fence cut by the clippers of noblesse oblige. “Well, maybe we could bribe him,” said Britta. Tamara laughed. “With what? Health insurance?

In our day … there was such a thing as noblesse oblige. People had respect for tradition. People of position would rather have died than reveal to the common public that there was anything wrong in their domestic relations. The way that titled people, even those of old families, today are not ashamed to appear in the divorce court is scandalous; it is the end of breeding and nobility. When I was young there were great ladies, today there are none.

El punto en el que se apartaba de manera fundamental de otros darwinistas sociales es el que le inducía a pensar que las razas más fuertes y «avanzadas» —entre las que incluye a los anglosajones y a los judíos— tenían una responsabilidad moral proporcionalmente más honda que las demás hacia las estirpes humanas que se revelaban a su juicio más débiles y menos desarrolladas. Estas nociones casaban muy bien con su arraigada adhesión al lema noblesse oblige y a los principios de la Democracia Conservadora.

But along with the prejudices, some nobler instincts also were lost. Men would go on being brave, but never again would they be brave in quite the same way. These men on the Titanic had a touch--there was something about Ben Guggenheim changing to evening dress . . . about Howard Case flicking his cigarette as he waved to Mrs. Graham . . . or even about Colonel Gracie panting along the decks, gallantly if ineffectually searching for Mrs. Candee. Today nobody could carry off these little gestures of chivalry, but they did that night. An air of noblesse oblige has vanished too.

— Человек был тяжело болен. И все еще физически не окреп. Поверь мне, будь я у тебя в услужении, ты бы насиделся сегодня в лесу в этом идиотском кресле. — Охотно верю.     — Вообрази, это он сидит в кресле с парализованными ногами и ведет себя как ты сегодня, интересно, что бы ты сделал на его месте?     — Моя дорогая христианочка, это смешение людей и личностей отдает дурным тоном. — А твое гнусное чистоплюйское презрение к людям отдает, отдает… Даже слов не нахожу. Ты и твой правящий класс с этим вечным noblesse oblige. — К чему же мое положение обязывает меня? Питать никому не нужное сострадание к моему лесничему? Нет уж, увольте. Уступаю это моей жене — воинствующей христианке. — Господи, он ведь такой же человек, как и ты. — Мой лесничий мне служит, я плачу ему два фунта в неделю и даю кров. Что еще надо? — Плачу! За что ты ему платишь эти два фунта плюс кров? — За его службу. — Служба! Я бы на его месте сказала тебе, не нужны мне ни ваши фунты, ни ваш кров. — Вероятно, и он бы не прочь это сказать. Да не может позволить себе такой роскоши. — И это значит управлять людьми! Нет, тебе это не дано, не обольщайся! Просто слепая судьба послала тебе больше денег, чем другим. Вот ты и нанимаешь людей работать на себя за два фунта в неделю пол угрозой голодной смерти. И это называется управление. Никому от тебя никакой пользы. Ты — бесчувственный сухарь. Носишься со своими деньгами, как обыкновенный жид. — Очень элегантно изволите выражаться, леди Чаттерли. — Уверяю тебя, ты был не менее элегантен сегодня в лесу. Мне стыдно, безумно стыдно за тебя. Мой отец во сто раз человечнее тебя, прирожденного аристократа.

The greatest enemy of enlightenment is “common sense”. In day-today life, common sense “works”, which is why ordinary people revere it. Most managers in the workplace are good at common sense i.e. knowing how to play the system, to obey the rules, to pander to higher managers, to avoid radical ideas, to highlight their modest successes and blame others for their failures, and to stick firmly within the domain of the conventional, acceptable and uncontroversial. Unfortunately, they’re hopeless at everything else. All geniuses, on the other hand, can “see” far beyond the realm of common sense. They use imagination, intuition and visionary ideas as their guides, not the trivialities of common sense. What would you rather be – a middle manager with a comfortable common sense life, or a genius who has unlocked the door to the mysteries of existence? Tragically for humanity, most people aspire to be middle managers. That’s the extent of their ambition, that’s as far as their horizons stretch. These are the sort of people that Nietzsche scornfully branded as “Last Men.

Bu-shi-do means literally Military-Knight-Ways—the ways which fighting nobles should observe in their daily life as well as in their vocation; in a word, the "Precepts of Knighthood," the noblesse oblige of the warrior class.

Jackie smiled graciously and did her part, the noblesse oblige she had talked about. I almost wished she’d been rude to them, since I had to hold the elevator door open for a long minute while she signed one of the briefcases with a Magic Marker. There were distant chimes, indicating that somebody else wanted the elevator, and the door kept thumping me as it tried to close and answer the call.

Even worse, from the way they move, it’s pretty clear that the students are mostly Engineered or Augmented, and the campus cops are not. I have no idea why the Engineered are rioting—noblesse oblige, maybe?—but they’re definitely doing a better job of it than their friends downtown. As I watch, first one cop, then another, then the rest of them all at once go down under a wave of fists and feet.

When the Soviet foreign minister Vyacheslav Molotov visited Washington in 1942, he’d been invited to sleep at the White House. “I think,” Roosevelt told Churchill in 1942 referring to Stalin, “that if I give him everything I can and ask him for nothing in return, noblesse oblige, he won’t try to annex anything and will work with me for a world of democracy and peace.” The American president clung to that illusion until his death in April 1945.

She leaned back against the wall of the elevator car, eyes still closed. “It’s a kind of—what do they call it? Noblesse oblige.” She opened one eye and pointed it at me. “Which sounds pretty pompous, I know.

Some patrons acted from respect or friendship for their clients, others from a sense of noblesse oblige, and yet others because the free people's gratitude could be profitable. Vulnerable black people paid premium prices for goods and services that white men and women bought cheaply. Landlords who rented land to black planters often exacted higher rents from them than they did from white tenants, just as employers who hired free black

Noblesse oblige.” With nobility or high rank comes obligation.

Що стосується націоналізму, то концепції, які сягають коренями епохи Просвітництва, неспроможні охопити відмінності між імперіалістичним націоналізмом із його аґресивним спрямуванням на підкорення та експлуатацію колоній і захисним націоналізмом, пов’язаним із збереженням національних традицій та ідентичності. ... Російські колоніальні загарбання супроводжувалися економічними жертвами, що їх понесли росіяни, і вони віддзеркалювалися в тих настроях жертовності, які так часто з’являються в російській літературі. ... Крім дуже нечисленних винятків, російський імперський дискурс не створив настільки ж багатих відтінками і самокритичних текстів. Імперської самосвідомості Росії практично не торкнулося усвідомлення того, що succes (якщо не noblesse) oblige (успіх зобов’язує). Жодний з відомих російських письменників не сумнівався щодо необхідності чи доцільності використання ресурсів нації для підкорення імперією все нових і нових територій та для утримування територій, які не є ні російськими, ні навіть слов’янськими. Ніхто не ставив під сумнів моральних питань, пов’язаних із колоніальним насильством. У західноєвропейських країнах неможливо відшукати аналоги тій легкості, з якою великі російські письменники XIX ст. ковзали над реальністю війн, що їх вели правителі Росії.

No rules?” he asked gruffly. “No rules.” Harry threw the first punch, and Cam dodged easily. Adjusting, calculating, Harry retreated as Cam threw a right. A pivot, and then Harry connected with a left cross. Cam had reacted a fraction too late, deflecting some of the blow’s force, but not all. A quiet curse, a rueful grin, and Cam renewed his guard. “Hard and fast,” he said approvingly. “Where did you learn to fight?” “New York.” Cam lunged forward and flipped him to the ground. “West London,” he returned. Tucking into a roll, Harry gained his footing instantly. As he came up, he used his elbow in a backward jab into Cam’s midriff. Cam grunted. Grabbing Harry’s arm, he hooked a foot around his ankle and took him down again. They rolled once, twice, until Harry sprang away and retreated a few steps. Breathing hard, he watched as Cam leapt to his feet. “You could have put a forearm to my throat,” Cam pointed out, shaking a swath of hair from his forehead. “I didn’t want to crush your windpipe,” Harry said acidly, “before I made you tell me where my wife is.” Cam grinned. Before he could reply, however, there was a commotion as all the Hathaways poured from the conservatory. Leo, Amelia, Win, Beatrix, Merripen, and Catherine Marks. Everyone except Poppy, Harry noted bleakly. Where the hell was she? “Is this the after-dinner entertainment?” Leo asked sardonically, emerging from the group. “Someone might have asked me—I would have preferred cards.” “You’re next, Ramsay,” Harry said with a scowl. “After I finish with Rohan, I’m going to flatten you for taking my wife away from London.” “No,” Merripen said with deadly calm, stepping forward, “I’m next. And I’m going to flatten you for taking advantage of my kinswoman.” Leo glanced from Merripen’s grim face to Harry’s, and rolled his eyes. “Forget it, then,” he said, going back into the conservatory. “After Merripen’s done, there won’t be anything left of him.” Pausing beside his sisters, he spoke quietly to Win out of the side of his mouth. “You’d better do something.” “Why?” “Because Cam only wants to knock a bit of sense into him. But Merripen actually intends to kill him, which I don’t think Poppy would appreciate.” “Why don’t you do something to stop him, Leo?” Amelia suggested acidly. “Because I’m a peer. We aristocrats always try to get someone else to do something before we have to do it ourselves.” He gave her a superior look. “It’s called noblesse oblige.” Miss Marks’s brows lowered. “That’s not the definition of noblesse oblige.” “It’s my definition,” Leo said, seeming to enjoy her annoyance. “Kev,” Win said calmly, stepping forward, “I would like to talk to you about something.” Merripen, attentive as always to his wife, gave her a frowning glance. “Now?” “Yes, now.” “Can’t it wait?” “No,” Win said equably. At his continued hesitation, she said, “I’m expecting.” Merripen blinked. “Expecting what?” “A baby.” They all watched as Merripen’s face turned ashen. “But how . . .” he asked dazedly, nearly staggering as he headed to Win. “How?” Leo repeated. “Merripen, don’t you remember that special talk we had before your wedding night?” He grinned as Merripen gave him a warning glance. Bending to Win’s ear, Leo murmured, “Well done. But what are you going to tell him when he discovers it was only a ploy?” “It’s not a ploy,” Win said cheerfully. Leo’s smile vanished, and he clapped a hand to his forehead. “Christ,” he muttered. “Where’s my brandy?” And he disappeared into the house. “I’m sure he meant to say ‘congratulations,’ ” Beatrix remarked brightly, following the group as they all went inside. Cam and Harry were left alone. “I should probably explain,

When I called him a racist, I shocked him with what was then still a novel idea in race relations: that racism thrived by passing itself off as a kind of decency, a noblesse oblige.

The mass-man would never have accepted authority external to himself had not his surroundings violently forced him to do so. As to-day, his surroundings do not so force him, the everlasting mass-man, true to his character, ceases to appeal to other authority and feels himself lord of his own existence. On the contrary the select man, the excellent man is urged, by interior necessity, to appeal from himself to some standard beyond himself, superior to himself, whose service he freely accepts. Let us recall that at the start we distinguished the excellent man from the common man by saying that the former is the one who makes great demands on himself, and the latter the one who makes no demands on himself, but contents himself with what he is, and is delighted with himself. * Contrary to what is usually thought, it is the man of excellence, and not the common man who lives in essential servitude. Life has no savour for him unless he makes it consist in service to something transcendental. Hence he does not look upon the necessity of serving as an oppression. When, by chance, such necessity is lacking, he grows restless and invents some new standard, more difficult, more exigent, with which to coerce himself. This is life lived as a discipline- the noble life. Nobility is defined by the demands it makes on us- by obligations, not by rights. Noblesse oblige. "To live as one likes is plebeian; the noble man aspires to order and law" (Goethe).

Because I’m a peer. We aristocrats always try to get someone else to do something before we have to do it ourselves.” He gave her a superior look. “It’s called noblesse oblige.

noblesse oblige,

The term “noblesse oblige”—the idea that those who have been blessed with much are to use it to help those who have not been so blessed—would not be coined for another half-century, and Wilberforce had yet to discover the relevance of any such idea to his own life.

When we take highly vocal umbrage at disappointing food in a restaurant by abusing a friendly waiter and making nasty comments to the maître d’—neither of whom cooked the food—it’s not because we regularly display the noblesse oblige of Louis XIV. Our behavior is an aberration, triggered by a restaurant environment where we believe that paying handsomely for a meal entitles us to royal treatment. In an environment of entitlement, we behave accordingly. Outside the restaurant we resume our lives as model citizens—patient, polite, not entitled.

It is commonly supposed that Russians have been endowed by Nature with a peculiar linguistic talent. Their own language, it is said, is so difficult that they have no difficulty in acquiring others. This common belief requires, as it seems to me, some explanation. That highly educated Russians are better linguists than the educated classes of Western Europe there can be no possible doubt, for they almost always speak French, and often English and German also. The question, however, is whether this is the result of a psychological peculiarity, or of other causes. Now, without venturing to deny the existence of a natural faculty, I should say that the other causes have at least exercised a powerful influence. Any Russian who wishes to be regarded as civilise must possess at least one foreign language; and, as a consequence of this, the children of the upper classes are always taught at least French in their infancy. Many households comprise a German nurse, a French tutor, and an English governess; and the children thus become accustomed from their earliest years to the use of these three languages. Besides this, Russian is phonetically very rich and contains nearly all the sounds which are to be found in West-European tongues. Perhaps on the whole it would be well to apply here the Darwinian theory, and suppose that the Russian Noblesse, having been obliged for several generations to acquire foreign languages, have gradually developed a hereditary polyglot talent.

That is a fine piece — very rare, very valuable! I make you a good price, because I like you!” “How can it be rare?” demanded Dame Hester. “I took it from this tray where there are thirty more just like it!” “You do not see with the eyes of a connoisseur! That is an image of the Garre Mountain effrit, who casts thunder stones. This piece is especially lucky and will win your gambles at the dogfights! Since I am poor and ignorant, I will let you have it for the laughable price of twenty sols!” Dame Hester stared at her in angry amazement. “It is true that I am laughing! Clearly you lack all decency to ask any price whatever for this repulsive little gewgaw! Do you take me for a fool? I am seriously insulted.” “No matter. I insult better folk than you several times a day. It is no novelty; in fact, it is a pleasure.” Dame Hester brought out a coin. “This is the value I place upon that horrid little item, and only for the pleasure it will give me when I describe your miserable shop to my friends.” “Bah,” said the woman. “Take it at no charge. You shall never gloat that you outdid me in noblesse oblige. Take it and be gone!” “Why not? I shall do so. Please wrap it for me tastefully.” “I am too busy.” Dame Hester dropped the effigy into her handbag and marched from the shop. Myron paused long enough to place a sol into the tray. The proprietress, once more perched on her high stool, watched impassively, making no comment.

Believe me, although it’s vexing to remember it, I am the King of my enemies as well as my friends. There’s a certain noblesse oblige, see. It’s a bad king who kills his subjects. I would rather see them humiliated than dead.

knew her type. I’d met enough girls like her at school. They all had that ability—some kind of noblesse oblige—to enlist the help of strangers without ever seeming helpless themselves. They got other people to take care of them, to lend them a scarf, or ten dollars, or an umbrella, to hail them a cab or pick up their dry cleaning, and then they made their gratitude seem facetious, as if they had merely accepted your favors in order to allay your anxiety to bestow them.

Next complaint: outlaw sleeping in public places. Poverty per se a criminal act. Putnam wants my property. Revitalize the neighborhood. Gilmore, smiling, wants my place. One of the good guys. Prosecution and court appearance, nonetheless. Dueling ministers, both named Mather. The aforenamed, name of my grade school. Truly. One talks compassion. Noblesse oblige, if I remember my studies accurately. The other —Malleus Maleficarum. The lesser of two evils, or the banality of evil, I can’t remember which. Testimonies as chatter, white noise.

The Lion of Albion by Stewart Stafford Bell tolls on the second age of Elizabeth, As another reign of Charles commences, The Lion of Albion monitors its domain, With the steadying mending of fences. Acceding to the throne, León Coronado, History's weight on verisimilar shoulders, As the matriarch reflects in absentia, Crown jewel of memory to beholders. Over moor, loch, valley and causeway, Rises the realm of Charles Rex III, Phoenix feathers of noblesse oblige, For the Brexit nesting of a dove bird. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.

Man steps up, you either let him be the boss, or you teach him his place.

L’art comme idéologie La « justification esthétique du monde » L’art contre la science et contre la morale Le classicisme Entre bien et mal « L’éternel absent » L’existence L’esprit « Regardez la mère, regardez l’enfant » La politique, l’art, la religion « Tous sont idolâtres et mécontents de l’être » Un philosophe et un maître « Noblesse oblige » Un spiritualisme laïque Moralisme et volontarisme « Tout seul, universellement » Les vertus Le bonheur L’action Le philosophe contre les pouvoirs La société, la famille, l’enfance Bourgeois et prolétaires Le sommeil, la peur Le droit et la force : « Tout pouvoir est militaire » La contradiction : « l’ordre est terrifiant » et nécessaire L’individu et le groupe : « Léviathan est sot » Individualisme contre totalitarisme L’humanisme : « L’homme est un dieu pour l’homme » L’égoïsme et le marché Les passions et la guerre La République, la démocratie, la gauche Obéir sans adorer Résister « Se priver du bonheur de l’union sacrée » « Il court-circuite l’enthousiasme » Le Dieu et l’idole Spinoza, philosophe du plaisir et de la joie Du monisme au dualisme Refus du matérialisme et du Dieu-Objet Refus du fatalisme « L’existence n’est pas Dieu » Désespoir ou idolâtrie ? Simone Weil et Spinoza Le nécessaire et le Bien Une idolâtrie de la nature Humanisme ou décréation L’absurde dans Le Mythe de Sisyphe L’absurde Une pensée délivrée de l’espoir Le refus du suicide Révolte et sagesse De l’absurde à l’amour L’Orientation philosophique de Marcel Conche PRÉFACE Un cheminement philosophique Le mal absolu De l’athéisme au tragique Une philosophie du devenir et de l’apparence Contre la sophistique La vie comme affirmation de la différence

Forget it, then,” he said, going back into the conservatory. “After Merripen’s done, there won’t be anything left of him.” Pausing beside his sisters, he spoke quietly to Win out of the side of his mouth. “You’d better do something.” “Why?” “Because Cam only wants to knock a bit of sense into him. But Merripen actually intends to kill him, which I don’t think Poppy would appreciate.” “Why don’t you do something to stop him, Leo?” Amelia suggested acidly. “Because I’m a peer. We aristocrats always try to get someone else to do something before we have to do it ourselves.” He gave her a superior look. “It’s called noblesse oblige.” Miss Marks’s brows lowered. “That’s not the definition of noblesse oblige.” “It’s my definition,” Leo said, seeming to enjoy her annoyance.

Велика любов - то так, як високе шляхетство: noblesse oblige*. *шляхетство зобов'язує (франц.)

noblesse oblige.

I faced little threat today.” A lie of sorts. They know it, I know it. This meeting could have gone a different way. No doubt the gallows were already ready on the city square. But the tongues of fae can often manage a lie or two, as long as we ensure we use adequately vague adjectives. What does little mean, at the end of the day? It could change from one person to the next. A little murder before dinner was quite more to contend with than a little salt on potatoes. Little always lies.

You will make yourself invisible. You will make yourself irrelevant. I never want to hear anyone say your name in praise. If you fail in this, I will destroy you.” These words were planted in my mind. They’d only been uttered once, ten years ago, and still I heard them in my dreams and nightmares.

The notion that the eldest male should be crown prince and inherit the rule of the realm simply because of the power of the Almighty Elder Penis is entirely mortal.