Quotes About Invitation

I did well as an actor in Australia, and then Paramount invited me over... to have a look at me.

To be invited to the Park - the greatest free Shakespeare festival in the world - is a great honor, and I don't take it lightly.

We see our customers as invited guests to a party, and we are the hosts. It's our job every day to make every important aspect of the customer experience a little bit better.

She said I could come back to her room if I liked. 'I'll check if you've got testicular cancer,' she said without a trace of humour. It kind of killed the mood.

The sheer amount of ideological conflicts playing out within the text hints at the fact that the writers were writing about a reality that could not be reduced to one description, a reality that was testified to better in the clash of perspectives than in the development of a single, finely honed one. The text was written not to be approached as an academic document detailing facts about the life of faith but rather as an invitation into the life of faith.

What if Jesus was not offering his followers an ethical system to follow, but rather was inviting them to enter into a life of love that transcends ethics, a life of liberty that dwells beyond religious laws?

We can't change—or better said, invite God to change us—when we are unaware and do not see the truth.

Jim Cavanaugh, from the Isaac Ray Center in Chicago, invited Dr. Kent Kiehl into the proceedings. Kiehl recorded their initial meeting in his book, The Psychopath Whisperer.

Il a compris, bien sûr. Il sait à quoi il doit mon intérêt pour lui. Mais pourquoi cela suffit-il à le faire rester ? D'autant qu'il l'a dit lui-même : on le renvoie fréquemment à cette parenté, il pourrait en être lassé. Il n'exprime pas de lassitude. Persiste dans le sourire. Et fournit lui-même l'explication à son acceptation de mon invitation. Il dit : vous avez dû l'aimer beaucoup, pour me regarder comme ça.

I invite Mr. Lee Chong Wei to visit China frequently.

You can't visit readers where you think they are. You have to invite them home to where you are and try to lure them into your universe. That's the art of storytelling.

I did send a girl a plane ticket asking her for a visit, I guess that's quite romantic.

It's not often you get to hang out with someone you're really intrigued by. So when Will.i.am invited me to visit him at home, I couldn't resist.

Boy, if anyone wants to get visited from an alien, it's me. I'm dying, and I've been sending out that invitation to the universe ever since I was a kid. I don't believe in little green men. That's collective neurosis of society. So I don't believe that.

At Bloomington, Indiana, I was invited to listen to music written in quarter tones for four harps and voices. I had to go out to be sick.

I was totally shocked when Willem Dafoe's manager said that he wanted to have lunch with me.

the very fact that I felt a moment's qualm on inviting him because of his color made me ashamed of myself and made me hasten to send the invitation.

Shall we go?' he murmured, perhaps regretting his decision to show me his army of plastic cartoon figurines.

It felt like the people on Twitter had been invited to be characters in a courtroom drama, and had been allowed to choose their roles, and had all gone for the part of the hanging judge.

It is a terrible thing for an author to have a lot of people running about his book without any invitation from him at all.

and there will be no more interruptions and you will be staying for dessert, coffee, and cigars.

The trajectory of her scholastic progress to that point was spectacular and unprecedented, a model for all youth; it was also an invitation to fate to stick out a foot and trip her.

For too long, we've called unbelievers to 'invite Jesus into your life.' Jesus doesn't want to be in your life. Your life's a wreck. Jesus calls you into his life. And his life isn't boring or purposeless or static. It's wild and exhilarating and unpredictable.

What if God, in giving us life, invites us to collaborate in writing the story of our lives?