Quotes About Hospitality

There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much diminished by a nice cup of tea.

That's the difference between golf and many other sports. You go to some other sporting events, they just leave you or give you the cold shoulder and move on.

Pat never let a customer out of the store empty-handed, period. If there was something they needed that we didn't have, such as a quart size, he would give them the gallon size for the quart price. Pat believed you didn't let a customer leave The Home Depot without satisfying them in some way.

As a child she had been taught it was rude to say no, unless she didn't mean it. If she was offered another piece of cake and she wanted it she was obliged to refuse out of politeness. And if she didn't want it she had to say yes, even if it choked her. It was involved but understandable.

It's really hard for me to sometimes put myself out there, like 'Hey, how do you feel about making music together?' because maybe I'm afraid of rejection or I don't want to put anybody out. It's the Southerner in me, like, 'I don't mean to bother you but do you mind making a song?'

I realized that Southern hospitality not only came from the heart but was a practiced social art that had been passed down from one generation to the next—like fine silverware or china. Southerners had a way of doing things that made you feel special

As I watched all the comings and goings and listened to the charming "Welcome to Savannah's" and the heartfelt "I'm so pleased to meet you's" that dripped like honey from these women's lips, I realized that Southern hospitality not only came from the heart but was a practiced social art that had been passed down from one generation to the next--like fine silverware or china.

Have some more tea, dear," Hester said, reaching for the pot and refilling my cup. "I always find that helps.

After splashing icy water on their faces and rubbing them fiery red with one of the rough sweet-smelling towels, they came in and took their places at the big kitchen table. This morning the table wore a bright red-and-white checked cloth and a pot of red geraniums. Mrs. Campbell handed the girls their plates, each with a slice of ham and half of a crisp, tan waffle.

Shyly Nancy and Plum sat down at the table while Mrs. Campbell heaped pink-flowered plates with baked beans, sausage cakes and salad, passed a steaming plate of brown bread, cut them off generous pieces of the pat of new butter and handed them big mugs of ice-cold milk.

Let brotherly love continue. Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares" (Hebrews 13:1–2, KJV).

Before she could put Paula in her place, a beautifully attired older woman standing near her said pointedly, "Miss July, please don't judge we Philadelphians by this graceless visitor from Memphis.

He asked water, and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter in a lordly dish.

Better a meal of vegetables where there is love than a fattened calf with hatred.

Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.

You shall not wrong a stranger or oppress him, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.

I have come to believe that kindness is repaid in unexpected ways and that if you are lonely or bone-tired or blue, you need only come down from your perch and step outside. New York—which is to say, New Yorkers—will take care of you.

A few minutes later, there was a really faint tap on the door. I opened it, and there was a very short woman with a baseball cap pulled way down over her head, which made it hard to see her eyes. She reached her hand out, I grabbed what was in her hand, thanked her, and closed the door. I walked a few steps toward the coffee pot, looked at my hand, and realized she had handed me two condoms. There was a note that said, "Enjoy your stay.

To give one can of beer to a thousand people is not nearly as much fun as to give 1,000 cans of beer to one guy. You give a thousand people a can of beer and each of them will drink it, smack his lips and go back to watching the game. You give 1,000 cans to one guy, and there is always the outside possibility that 50,000 people will talk about it.

I've had parties where I found photos of whoever is coming, put them in a cute little woven frame and used that as their place card at dinner. Then they get to take it home afterwards. It's the little things that make people feel special and like they were a part of the thought process that went into assembling a dinner.

When I learned about Airbnb, I was like, 'Wow, this is an amazing, new way to travel; it's about community, and there's a lot to figure out to clear the way,' so I was really drawn to that.

I travel all over the world, usually 10 months out of the year. I stay at a lot of hotels, and the ones I like best are clean and not complicated. You go to bed and say, 'Wow, I feel comfortable.'

I know my mom always likes to give the over-the-top 'wow' pieces at baby showers.

I've been over to Japan a handful of times, and the fans there are some of the best. So supportive, so appreciative, genuinely excited to meet the wrestlers they watch.