Quotes About Gathering

VISITORS FROM THE HALL.

He was like the bed at a party on which they pile the coats.

In this gathering place, where violence is ripe, at the boundary of that which escapes cohesion, he who reflects within cohesion realizes that there is no longer any room for him.

In this gathering place, where violence is rife, at the boundary of that which escapes cohesion, he who reflects within cohesion realizes that there is no longer any room for him.

Then the people began to come to the party. The two dogs ran around having a wonderful time.

Cooking is all about people. Food is maybe the only universal thing that really has the power to bring everyone together. No matter what culture, everywhere around the world, people get together to eat.

I've never been a massive advocate of international Twenty20 cricket except a World Cup every two or three years, because that gets the best players together.

Everyone loves to feast their eyes on Times Square on New Year's Eve.

I miss the guys. I don't get to see them often. We do get together in Houston now and then.

The Proms are everything life is all about: people coming together, and joy and music and celebration and togetherness.

You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile." —JEREMIAH 29:13–14

what society dictates we consume cattle gathering around learning devices called television mouths opening wider while addictive morsels of consumerism are violently jammed into us and we lose more bits and pieces of our collective identity daily

Christmas was the one time of year when my brothers surfaced at home, when my parents and grandparents congregated to eat my mother's roast turkey.

Perhaps a hundred people assembled one evening, May 15, 1876, at the time when the country was celebrating the hundredth anniversary of its political independence.

There was a tolerably fair sprinkling of young folks, and another fair sprinkling of gentlemen and ladies who were non-committal as to age, being neither actually old or absolutely young.

As usual, I collected humans. I was tired. And the year wasn't even halfway over yet.

They did not speak until the reception at the Marriott. The walls were edged with tables of blini, fish pie, and piroshki.

their English aunt, Margaret Kochamma—and their cousin, Sophie Mol, who were coming from London to spend Christmas at Ayemenem.

I was at a very select gathering in a hunting lodge in Leicestershire. How the devil she knew where to find me I really don't like to think. It's a sad day when one can't even escape to a select, supposedly secret orgy without having one's mother summon one—without a verbal blink.

Do you enjoy holidays with your family? I don't mean your mom and dad family, but your uncle and aunt and cousin family? Personally, I do. There are several reasons for this. First, I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other. Second, the fights are always the same.

She also tells us of the Oyster Festival, which happens every year. By the way she describes it, with parade and bonfire, it sounds a bit Wicker Man to me.

picnic table.

What is a gathering without unseemly drunkenness?

Oh, people will come, Ray," Phillip intones, doing his best James Earl Jones. "People will most definitely come.