Quotes About Welcome

The elevator reads your ID, and then says hello.

The left's obsession with identity politics is the reverse of the melting-pot principle that America was founded upon: a place where everyone, regardless of race, religion, and color, is welcome as long as they blend into the fabric of our (free) society.

Why don't you come by around six?

For the loss of Chung-Cha. And she was scared. "Hey, guys, come on in," said Julie warmly. Her guardian, Jerome Cassidy, had recovered from his injuries at the hands of

preferred entering through the front.

You decide. You be the judge. It says You are welcome regardless of severity. Severity is in the eye of the sufferer, it says. Pain is pain.

Here was a tranquil, sunshiny day of a life that was to be agitated and stormy—a happy hour or two to remember. Not much happened during the happy hour or two. It was only sweet sleep, pleasant waking, friendly welcome, serene pastime.

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

All strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

Return of love, more blest may be the view; As call it winter, which being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. Sonet56

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast!

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

A spirit I am indeed,   But am in that dimension grossly clad   Which from the womb I did participate.   Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,   I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,   And say, 'Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola.

A big grinning Ozark moon crawled up out of nowhere and seemed to say, "Hi, neighbor! I've been looking for you. It gets kind of lonesome out here. Welcome to the land of the Cherokee!

Finally, we were led into the chamber of the High Priest, who bid us welcome. We bid him good tidings. He bid us sit down. We bid him speak. Soon there was a bidding war, and somehow, we outbid him and wound up with a walnut armoire, which we got at a steal.

Only cops and vampires have to have an invitation to enter.

It's still the same old story,A fight for love and glory,A case of do or die!The world will always welcome lovers,As time goes by.

God says: If you come to My House, I will come to yours.

Well now, lookie here? Some pretty strong lookin' dudes all lined up for us... Now that's what I call hospitality.

I remember you,' says the door. 'My prince's lady.' 'You're mistaken,' I say. 'Seldom.' The door swings open with a slight creak that indicates disuse. 'Hail and welcome.

The polished wood door is still carved with an enormous and sinister face, still flanked with lanterns, but sprites no longer fly in desperate circles within. A soft glow of magic emanates instead. 'My king,' the door says fondly, it's eyes opening. Cardan smiles in return. 'My door,' he says with a slight hitch in his voice, as though perhaps everything about returning here feel strange. 'Hail and welcome,' it says, and swings wide.

It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.