The thing is, I am a loving person. I am super sappy when it comes to romance. But I'm not the Antonio Banderas, swashbuckling, Pierce Brosnan, smooth-talking type.
I'll always remember Vinod Khanna as a thorough gentleman, cultured, polite, who knew how to conduct himself with the ladies.
A gallant man is above ill words.
Chorus of women: [...] Oh! my good, gallant Lysistrata, and all my friends, be ever like a bundle of nettles; never let you anger slacken; the wind of fortune blown our way.
Love just seems to make life not just livable, but a gallant, gallant event.
The bold sympathize with the bold; and in great hearts, there is always a certain friendship for a gallant foe.
In times gone by there lived a Count of Ponthieu, who loved chivalry and the pleasures of the world beyond measure, and moreover was a stout knight and a gallant gentleman
I would prefer to be known as Richard the Lionhearted.
I'm a hero wid coward's legs, I'm a hero from the waist up.
A more sagacious or more gallant warrior does not, I believe, exist.
