Quotes About Hospitality

No self-respecting Southerner will eat something baked, broiled, grilled, stewed, poached, sauteed, or flambeed when it can be deep fried.

We tried to set up a company that patterned ourselves after Southwest in all the fun, the spirit, the great people, the smile, the efficiency side of it, but we've added some extras that people aren't used to finding on Southwest.

I've been told I'm a good guest. I don't take up much space, I don't eat a lot, and I keep my complaints to a minimum.

Our job is to get people in, create the spaces, and then get out of the way.

At the core of the Magnolia brand is the desire to make homes beautiful but with a focus on family and practicality. We want to create spaces that families want to gather in.

Spaghetti is love.

My Italian granny and my mother made great spaghetti, but it wasn't a kind of southern Italian, Godfather-esque kind of thing - it was a wonderful, big mixing pot of all kinds of people - when you came home from school and your mum wasn't in, there were lots of people you could go to.

I make a good spaghetti sauce and can mix a nice drink.

Food-sharing is an innate way that we show our love for people we care about. Including others in times of celebration is an act of kindness.

Food is love, " I replied."No, babe, it ain't. But makin' it for the ones you love so they can brag about it is, " Take returned.

A woman keeps her kitchen like her heart: Well stocked and labelled and shelved, with lots of air and light, spick and span and filled with love

Jesus' command to love our neighbours is a command to love all strangers precisely because we too have been strangers to God and welcomed in.

My heart is your home, wherever in the world you are – you will always have a place to stay.

I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.

Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire, I longed to kindle one!

At the other end....was provided a deep and cushioned seat. Here, on the cushion, lay a folio tome, probably of the Chronicles of England, or other such substantial literature; even as, in our own days, we scatter gilded volumes on the centre-table, to be turned over by the casual guest.

Then she offered Citra ice cream that was the best she'd ever tasted.

In a perfect world mothers would all want their babies, and strangers would open up their homes to the unloved.

Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.

After she had licked the last white drop of the ice cream, she reached out her cone to Mrs. McKennet and said, "Here's your little horn back.

For I fear the Gods, and show hospitality to all strangers; knowing that good deeds, like evil ones, always return to those who do them.

Go then, I will keep a herring in the window for you.

He who brings kola brings life.