Quotes About Hospitality

Shall I show him in or tell him to go find a short and unpleasant route to hell?

If you open your house to strangers, who knows who might come in. And what they might be after. Or whom.

Southerners smile more than other Americans.

They took him inside, where it was warm, and then they fed him, taking care to follow every detail of the instructions they had received from the Army, into an enormous machine.

I like when guests come over early and we chop veggies and talk and play music.

I like hotels where you can check in at an electronic kiosk and never have to speak to a desk clerk. I dislike a gold-wrapped chocolate on my pillow, a turned-down sheet, a bathroom towel folded so that it resembles a flower, or any other "personal touch" that gives humans the illusion that they are surrounded by a friendly universe. In reality, the universe is neutral about our existence. Only dogs care.

Would you like a cup of tea?" asked Julia, who had enough breeding to know that at all emergencies—birth, death or defeat—cups of tea must at once be offered.

Things became more civilized all of a sudden. Coffee does that. Or maybe it is women who do that.

Emmy and I are still Habte Sadek's favorite foreigners, and it is all because I wanted to look at his feet when I was eleven years old! But it never hurts to be polite to people.

the Cup That Cheers

I ken who you are! You're Strathfearn's granddaughter. Julie Stuart, is it? Och, aye, Lady Julia! Well then, Lady Julia, tell me -- who don't you deserve a glass of water?

Hey, beautiful, glad you could come to the party.

a friend back in her hometown of Battle Point had thrown her a well-attended Apron Collection bridal shower, so Dolly owned an impressive variety of aprons, nineteen in all, one to match nearly every one of her dresses—because she had read somewhere that "nothing says 'happy home' to a husband like his smiling wife, in an apron and lovely dress, bidding him come to the table, where she has a colorful, balanced, hot meal waiting.

Nothing says holidays, like a cheese log.

Actually this is really funny - one time she accidentally forgot to leave a note and I had no idea she had even moved. I was living in the house with a beautiful Mexican family for three months before I realized they weren't my cousins visiting from out of town. They were so nice. They called me "Quien es, quien es," which I thought was a beautiful name.

Poverty need not shut us out from showing hospitality.

You have neighbors. Will you give them the message?

When thou makest a dinner or a supper," Christ says, "call not thy friends, nor thy brethren, neither thy kinsmen, nor thy rich neighbours; lest they also bid thee again, and a recompence be made thee. But when thou makest a feast, call the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind: and thou shalt be blessed; for they cannot recompense thee: for thou shalt be recompensed at the resurrection of the just.

How are you getting along with Lavinia?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. "I'm so happy she and her mother have come to pay us a visit. I do believe she's one of the most direct people I've ever met. She says exactly what's she's thinking, but with utmost tact. I adore her.

It is the personality of the mistress that the home expresses. Men are forever guests in our homes, no matter how much happiness they may find there.

There are few pleasures which loosen the tongue as much as that of sharing wine, glass in hand.

Come and share a pot of tea, my home is warm and my friendship's free.

Gracious living is felt whether it is created in small or big ways.

We settled Mama into the wheelchair and loaded her down with both our pocketbooks and a vase of flowers I had picked to present to our host in hopes of softening the effects of any opinions Mama might vent during the evening.