Quotes About Socializing

This is one rule about mixing boys and girls: that a date always comes first.

Oh. What if we eat a lot with people that annoy the hell out of us?

Cocktail party: A gathering held to enable forty people to talk about themselves at the same time. The man who remains after the liquor is gone is the host.

I'll be out having a good time and stick my gum on the side of my cup - I know, it's a horrible habit - and people will steal the cup.

She had gone to a dinner party in her honor the night before the opening, and everyone had asked, with precisely the same intonation, as though it was a piece of urban Gregorian chant, Where have you been?

I was wearied to death with small talk—nothing wears me out like that. I cannot imagine how they can go on as they do.

But it's the same with all my friends, just fun and joking, nothing more. I can never bring myself to talk of anything outside the common round.

If I'm engrossed in a book, I have to rearrange my thoughts before I can mingle with other people, because otherwise, they might think I was strange.

Standing in this glittering room with the music in the background and the press and hum of scores of people, the clink of glasses, the faint smells of warmth, champagne, stiff material and sometimes of flowers and perfume

Never wear backless shoes for a social occasion.

I'd become more adept at being with other people; I'd lowered my expectations of them and learned to let my mind drift into neutral when they spoke.

You may," I said magnanimously, "invite me over whenever you care to have wine.

That's the whole point of life, you know? To meet new people.

That's the whole point of life, you know? To meet new people.

No offense, but I'm getting stir-crazy. Can we please go downstairs and hang in the bar or do anything that keeps me from sitting here bored out of my mind while the three of you watch me grow eyebrow hair? I mean really, I am fine. I'm not going to spontaneously combust or do anything else freaky. Promise. (Tory)

You know, I've virtually never been chatted up in my life, it's true.

My time in Weimar Berlin was the most elegant in my life. I would have parties for a hundred people - writers, scientists, artists.

Commercials and sometimes other guests - it's the down side of TV. Other people - it's the downside of life in general.

I have never cooked a meal in my life and always end up paying for dozens of people to eat with me.

A stand-up comedian will never be the life of a party. Instead, he will be the guy who is standing at a corner and observing people.

It's just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.

They were talking about a certain hangout and Johnny said, "Nobody goes there anymore. It's too crowded."

I sat across from Riley and Ivan sat next to me. Riley glanced at Ivan, who was vigorously cutting up a Salisbury steak: something Riley would never have eaten. Then Oak, Ezra, and Lucas turned up, managing to seem like at least five people. They kept sitting down and jumping up and going to get things and changing seats.

Adrienne snatched an hors d'oeuvre from a passing tray. She had eaten a sausage grinder for family meal but this food was too gorgeous to pass up. She stopped at the buffet table and dipped a crab claw in a lemony mayonnaise. Her champagne was icee cold; it was crisp, like an apple. Across the tent, she saw Darla Parrish and her sister Eleanor standing in front of a table where a man was slicing gravlax.