Quotes About Welcome

I wanted people to come to the restaurant and feel at home, so I put it in a house.

Tucked away in a tiny corner of heaven, away from all the grand mansions and streets of gold, there is a cramped little stable. It doesn't look like much inside or out, but on a clear night you can see the stars shine bright amidst the cracks, and you can feel the warm breeze caress your skin. In this kingdom, that is where I live, and you would be welcome to live there with me.

Nature, though. Nature always welcomed him. She passed no judgements, didn't care about right or wrong, guilt or innocence.

When someone comes to visit me, they have to bring tea - you can't stay in my house if you don't bring me tea.

Hilary's reputation had preceded her, and she found that on her first day she did not receive much of a welcome from her new colleagues. Well, she thought: fuck them. She was only going to be coming in one or two days a week. If that.

The pain was quite extraordinary. And yet also weirdly welcome and restorative, bringing him news of his aliveness and his caughtness in a story larger than himself.

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.

I'm just happy you're home safely.

The welcome and support Cuba offered these and other Black radicals from the United States, however, was not extended to its own Black activists

Opportunity knocked. My doorman threw him out.

in a curious and unanticipated way, we really do welcome the birth of our child. There

Christmas and new year is time that brings new hopes for life. Welcome new year with inner awakening of love, hope, kindness and compassion.

If there is anything that will make us blush in heaven, it will be the realization of how much we were loved on this earth-but didn't appreciate it. And if we knew how much God welcomes us when we turn to Him, we would almost certainly pray more than we do. God likes our company.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house — do not pass by like a dream.

Death, thy servant, is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea and brought thy call to my home. The night is dark and my heart is fearful---yet I will take up the lamp, open my gates and bow to him my welcome. It is thy messenger who stands at my door. I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart. He will go back with his errand done, leaving a dark shadow on my morning; and in my desolate home only my forlorn self will remain as my last offering to thee.

When I started my blog, I wanted it to be like my house - my own little place that anyone could come to.

Everything that has been wrestled from doubt I welcome-the mouths that burst open after long knowledge of what it is to be mute.

it may be that it is this very dulness that makes life to the incalculable majority so supportable and welcome. Nevertheless, there can be but few of us who had never known one of these rare moments of awakening when we see, hear, understand so much--everything--in a flash--before we fall back again into our agreeable somnolence.

he knew how Christ must have felt as he walked through the world, like a psychiatrist through a ward full of nuts, like a victim through a prison full of thieves. What a welcome sight a leper must have been!

The kind of man, who, every time he steps through a doorway, he's squinting anxious to see if he's welcome. Even when the doorway is his own.

Welcome, fellow Cahills... I am the Outcast. Sit back. I have a few things to say.

Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet,Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?

During the day as serious opinions are being discussed, there is an opportunity to give the biblical view on issues of sin and righteousness or the purpose of life. But each time you speak, you have seen rejection of yourself with your views. Each testimony of truth makes you more unwelcome. Will you be bold for truth today?

Those who loved with all their heart and mind and might have always thought of death, and those who knew the endless nights of harrowing concern for others have longed for it. The life I want is a life I could not endure in eternity. It is a life of love and intensity, suffering and creation, that makes life worthwhile and death welcome. There is no other life I should prefer. Neither should I like not to die." (The Faith of a Heretic)