Quotes About Welcome

Happiness has a simple recipe. Cherish your dearest, welcome your nearest, admire the simplest, honor the littlest, ignore the meaningless.

She Was Just A Sketch a thin girl under a thick sky so thin, each rib stood for something something to which this great tenderness, a mere irrational love toward certain flowers and trees, could attach —Olena Kalytiak Davis, from "Welcome to Lascaux," And Her Soul Out of Nothing (University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)

Qué poco sabían estas personas que las masas siempre dan la bienvenida al lobo disfrazado en la piel de cordero! ¡Qué poco conocían del significado de "circo y pan para la gente"!ç

Qué poco sabían estas personas que las masas siempre dan la bienvenida al lobo disfrazado en la piel de cordero! ¡Qué poco conocían del significado de "circo y pan para la gente"!

General John Pershing's famous (if probably apocryphal) "Lafayette, we are here

All I'm asking forIs a little respect when I come home.

One small cat changes coming home to an empty house to coming home.

the purser has something resembling joy in her voice when she welcomes us to San Francisco. 'I probably don't need to tell you all to open the overhead bins with caution,' she says. 'If your contents haven't shifted, you must be carrying lead weights.

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We have made the perilous journey through the tunnels to see the Princess Cimorene, newly come to these caverns, to comfort her and together bemoan our sad and sorry fates," the first princess said haughtily. "Tell her we are here." "I'm Cimorene," Cimorene said. "I don't need comforting, and I'm not particularly sad or sorry to be here, but if you'd like to come in and have some tea, you're welcome to." The

Mel lets us in the house, and we aren't two steps inside before Mary Magdalene, our tubby little orange cat, is running a purring streak around Jared's legs. He touches her nose lightly with his finger. "I see you," he whispers, and Mary Mags does an ecstatic lopsided spin to the floor, like a falling propeller.

Why there you are, Stephen,' cried Jack. 'You are come home, I find.' That is true,' said Stephen with an affectionate look: he prized statements of this kind in Jack.

Welcome to the barship Fools' Glory. I'm the head honcho, John Murphy. And you are the Supreme Exalted Dictator for Life. A bit long. Mind if I call you Dicky for short?

Out this way there was the lonely last pub, the Castle, which now had an angry chalkboard sign up that said "drinkers welcome" to indicate its dissatisfaction with other establishments' fads like pub quizzes, bands, food, and, presumably, conversation.

In the center of the kingdom of God, you do not find a gargantuan palace inhabited by an unapproachable king. No, in the center of the kingdom of God is a bloody cross, on which hung a broken King, who welcomes us as we are.

God has given you the gift of his Son, not to make your little kingdom successful, but to welcome you to a much better kingdom. Now what in the world does that mean? Paul David Tripp

God's grace dethrones you from your little kingdom and welcomes you to a much better kingdom than you could ever want for yourself.

Jesus Lord, welcome thou me In form of bread as I see thee Jesus, for thy holy name, Shield me today from sin and shame.

Just because you have a church building doesn't necessarily mean Jesus is with you. He is not welcome in many churches today.

The woman smiles and says, "Hey," the standard Norwegian greeting. I "Hey" back, but then she says a whole sentence and I am force to explain, in English, that I have no idea what she is saying. I feel like a fraud, and I see a change in the focus of her eyes. I am a stranger, and even if I am no less welcome, I am still a stranger.

Home isn't a place at all. Home is having someone's face light up when you walk into a room.

You must come home with and be my guest; You will give joy to me, and I will do all that is in my power to honor you.

How you refill. Lying there. Something like happiness, just like water, pure and clear pouring in. So good you don't even welcome it, it runs through you in a bright stream, as if it has been there all along.

Let a little water be brought, that you may wash your feet and rest yourselves under the tree.