Quotes About Welcome

When Fortune knocks, open the door, ' they say. But why should one make fortune knock, by keeping the door shut?

The United States government has always been proud of the welcome it has extended to good men of every nation, seeking freedom and homes and bread.

I am glad you are come. When I was in England I desired that some one would speak the Great Word to me. I will go up and speak to the wise men of our nation, and I hope they will hear.

Man's upward progress means ever increasing difficulty, which is to be welcomed.

You are all welcome at the Crow's Nest." Ty looked over at Deep. "Just go easy on the cold baths, man. The plumbing in that place has seen better days, and I'm the only one who knows how to fix it.

This was how one should be welcomed home. With the happy cries of children and family, with the blessings of the natural world.

The gate, which had been securely locked, stood open in welcome. Everything seemed to be welcoming him. A sense of peace began to steal into his heart. A part of him wanted to sit on one of the benches and soak in the atmosphere.

The gate, which had been securely locked, stood open in welcome. Everything seemed to be welcoming him. A sense of peace began to steal into his heart.

The gate will swing open in welcome for the man who is destined to become the love of the eldest child's life.

When one welcomes death, one has nothing to lose in a fight, he explained to his cousin. He always has the advantage.

A craftsman who turned hunter to aid his people is always welcome at a warrior's campfire. Craftsmen are meticulous and methodical.

Gaveston: I can no longer keepe me from my lord. Edward: What Gaveston, welcome: kis not my hand, Embrace me Gaveston as I do thee: Why shouldst thou kneele, knowest thou not who I am? Thy friend, thy selfe, another Gaveston. Not Hilas was more mourned of Hercules, Then thou hast beene of me since thy exile.

When I'm in charge, if someone knocks, they will be able to come in. Making someone who is seeking comfort stand out in the cold is a crock of rancid yak butter." "Amen," I said.

So, there on the front step, he decided to go with total hysteria. He started breathing hard, pumping up some tears, got a good whimpering sob going, then opened the door with a dieseling back sniffle. He fell onto the welcome mat and let loose with a full fire-truck-siren wail.

Home should never be dark or full of shadows and secrets. It should be bright and full of open doors. It should be full of stories wanting to be told.

So there it was; peace in Europe had been saved. The three visiting delegations went home in rain, and when the British arrived there was a rainbow in the sky over Buckingham Palace, and crowds singing and shouting a tumultuous welcome. They told Chamberlain that he was a jolly good fellow, which must certainly have surprised his friends. In return he told the crowd that it was "peace with honor" and "peace in our time.

A doctor's door should never be closed, a priest's door should always be open.

This is not my house; it is the house of Jesus Christ. This door does not demand of him who enters whether he has a name, but whether he has a grief. You suffer, you are hungry and thirsty; you are welcome. And do not thank me; do not say that I receive you in my house. No one is at home here, except the man who needs a refuge. I say to you, who are passing by, that you are much more at home here than I am myself.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside.

HOSPITALITY O King of stars! Whether my house be dark or bright, Never shall it be closed against any one, Lest Christ close His house against me. If there be a guest in your house And you conceal aught from him, 'Tis not the guest that will be without it, But Jesus, Mary's Son.

Hello babies. Welcome to earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies—:"God damn it, you've got to be kind."

When Patton now showed up on the Mary to welcome them, Sergeant Bill Pajewski punched Corporal Sam McCarthy in the ribs. "Man," he whispered in obvious consternation, "do you see what I see? It's Old Blood and Guts!" McCarthy responded by crossing himself.

If you're afraid of your own dreams, you're welcome here in mine.

Welcome to purgatory. Care for some soup?