You cannot control with respect to whom you fall in love.
You show someone respect because you respect them, or because you’re afraid of them.
You made a decision. Live with it. Believe in it. Otherwise, how can I ever respect you?
Respect doesn’t make history.
You have to respect your own mortality.
When they bury me, it won’t be in my backyard. And when they come to pay their respects, they’ll have to wait in line.
Respect, ese. You gotta give it to get it.
Men, good or bad, do not follow what they don’t respect.
You want some respect? Go out there and get it for yourself.
With closeness and familiarity, there comes disrespect.
With all due respect, your tiny brain is a lot safer without my problems inside it.
When you lose their respect, no matter what you do, no matter how many wins you chalk up, you’ll never get it back. The game is already over. You lost.[to Jared]