Street Etiquette Quotes

One thing that really gets on my nerves is people spitting on the streets! I fail to understand whether they are just plain uncivilized or uninformed about how the act only helps in spreading diseases.

Say 'Toronto' or 'Ontario,' and the immediate thought associations are with a somewhat blander version of North America: a United States with a welfare regime and a more polite street etiquette, and the additionally reassuring visage of Queen Elizabeth on the currency.

In New York, if you go into an Italian-American neighbourhood, the code of the streets is respect and reputation.

If I walk in the street in Korea, I am recognized.

Gotta keep your ear to the streets. That's Rule No. 1.

The 'Hey now's' are delivered as people pass me. As I just get near ear range, I hear, 'Hey now!' and that's very funny.

When I go around in Kolkata, I do not get hassled.

You don't spit on people, especially people's corners.

You can be walking down the street for a chat, but until you've got the selfie out of the way, people aren't ready to talk.

I don't always like walking down the street and making sure that I smile and say hello to everybody who's walking their dog in the opposite direction. But I do do it. And it's a small, tiny thing to do. But to me, it means 'I see you. You're not invisible to me.'

If I'm walking very, very fast down Madison Avenue in the middle of the day, I'll say I'm stopped 10 times.

If I go into a sandwich shop or anywhere that features 'Today's specials' on a chalkboard more than 10 feet away, I have to ask for a printed menu. I smile at people I don't know on the street and ignore those I do. When at home, I often find myself grabbing my 'back-up' glasses to search for the better-loved pair I have left on top of my dresser.

P. G. Wodehouse... used, when in town, to solve the problem of the long walk to the post-office by the simple expedient of tossing his letters out of his window: his belief that the average human, finding a stamped and addressed envelope on the pavement, would naturally pop it into the nearest pillar-box was never once, in decades, shown to be unfounded.

In New York, as long as you're not peeing in someone's doorway, everyone thinks you're a gentleman.

If somebody smiles at me on the street, I'm like, 'Hi, have a nice day!'

I'm very fortunate. I loved school and, when I went there, race, gangs and violence were not issues. There was a feeling, gone now, that you had to be presentable. If you hadn't combed your hair, older black ladies - complete strangers - would come up to you in the street and pull out a comb and straighten your tie.

When you're hot, you stride confidently down the street, extending your form to hail a taxi to take you from place to place. My body is designed for squeezing into packed subway cars and apologizing to those whose feet I clumsily step on.

When you are on the street, if someone walks towards you it's better to look down. But we were always looking at people in the eye to try to provoke something.

In Manhattan, when you're out of the front door, you're on, and you have to be ready to smile and speak to people.

Women often stop me in the street.

The dog collar is fascinating to people, when it doesn't repel. I've got used to being shouted at in the street.