Quotes About Greeting

When I go to a party, nobody says hello. But when I leave, everybody says goodbye.

Ronaldo used to be my neighbour, and he passed my house every day. We always greeted each other.

He paused again. "Hello?" he called out. "Yoo-hoo!

It would be best to stride in with a cheer "hello!", but she wasn't the cheery sort; she was the "lurking in dark corners" sort. She found a dark corner, behind the Stalker-cases, and lurked.

Money's scarce Times are hard Here's your fucking Xmas card

Hell-o-oh," she called with the silly lilt with which she and Tom announced arrivals. "Hello," Tom called from the living room, without the lilt.

She noted with pleasure that he'd already dispensed with a salutation

The position of the palms together- this we use when we pray, do we not? That is a greeting that says that the god that is in you recognises the god in the other. These people are aware of the divine presence in all things.

Good morning, Eeyore," shouted Piglet. "Good morning, Little Piglet," said Eeyore. "If it is a good morning," he said. "Which I doubt," said he. "Not that it matters," he

I like conventions. I like meeting and greeting. I'm perched on that edge where I'm getting more attention than I quite know what to do with, though.

The first sentence of a book is a handshake, perhaps an embrace.

In the early days of his power, he is full of smiles, and he salutes everyone whom he meets.

Lionel Blair came bouncing up once and said, 'I love you two.'

Hello! He said hello and then said, What are you up to now? I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it. I don't think I'd like that, he said. You might if you tried. I never have. She licked her lips. Rain even tastes good. What do you do, go around trying everything once? he asked. Sometimes twice.

Morituri te salutant!

Ave! Old knitter of black wool. Morituri te salutant.

It was after 9:00 P.M. by the time we got home. Tootsie was asleep in Dad's arms. Henry met us at the door to our building. "Mrs. H . . ." he said.

How do, Peter," Mr. Yarby said. Mrs. Yarby just gave me a nod.

Buenos dias ," she said in response to Hernandez's soft greeting. They had a pact to speak only Spanish to each other, with the result that their conversation never got beyond hello and good-bye.

Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. America and all the ships at sea! This is Walter Winchell in New York. Let's go to press.

Janicek is waving from the curb, where she's walking Thayer, her yellow Lab.

What do psychology professors say when they pass each other in the hallway? "Hi, you're fine, how am I?" I know, I know. The joke isn't that funny.

Hello, Noses!

Nice to meet you, shank. Welcome to the glade.