Quotes About Hospitality

No well-bred person goes ashore on someone else's island when there's no one home. But if they put up a sign, then you do it anyway, because it's a slap in the face

But Moominmamma was quite unperturbed. "Well, well!" she said, "it seems to me that our guests are having a very good time." "I hope so," replied Moominpappa. "Pass me a banana, please dear.

Because we're going to stay here a little while and calm down until I've learned your names. Light my pipe, someone!

Der Muminvater und die Muminmutter hießen alle Neuankömmlinge ruhig und freundlich willkommen, stellten zusätzliche Betten auf und vergrößerten den Esstisch.

Someone who eats pancakes and jam can't be so awfully dangerous. You can talk to him.

Can we go in to supper now?" she asked. "I'm starved. I hope they serve something other than lobster patties and caviar." He linked their arms again and started toward the dining room. "Never fear, my dear. I won't let you starve. I shall go to the kitchens myself if need be and raid the larder for bread and cheese." She laughed and leaned against him. "My hero.

But you have said it too often, Mr. Benedict!" said Mrs. Perumal in an imperious tone that was quite out of character. "And if you continue in this vein, I'm afraid we'll be compelled to cut our visit short. Surely there are other establishments that would host an entire troup of guests - indefinitely and without reward - and not feel obliged to apologize for it!

Tips for Southern Visitors, No. 5 People will be quite kind to you when they realise you are from the South, because you can't help it.

visiting merchant RainWings or MudWings were sequestered from the NightWings instead of being invited to their parties and festivals.

So let me get this straight," she said. "You're telling me nothing about why you're here, but you expect me to bring you into our kingdom and buy you a drink. NightWings really do think highly of themselves, don't they?" "What if I bought you that drink?" he offered.

like the way visiting merchant RainWings or MudWings were sequestered from the NightWings instead of being invited to their parties and festivals.

There is something wonderfully comfortable about having a lady's legs under one's table, Aubrey.

Of course she will put on a cap,' said Sophie, with a pitying look. 'How could she possibly receive strange gentlemen without a cap? But her hair must be dressed under it.

The Americans had been kind, polite, hospitable, and their sailors thorough seamen, but they had the strangest notion of coffee: a thin, thin brew - a man might drink himself into a dropsy before the stuff raised his spirits even half a degree.

In reality the gatherings were held in order to entertain these few Moslem guests, to whom the unaccountable behavior of Europeans never ceased to be a fascinating spectacle. Most of the Europeans, of course, thought the Moslem gentlemen were invited to add local color.

Mr. Hamilton? At your service. I stopped at your cabin for you. I wasn't there.

But what I liked in Aberdeen was what I liked generally in Britain: the bread, the fish, the cheese, the flower gardens, the apples. the clouds, the newspapers, the beer, the wollen cloth, the radio programmes, the parks, the Indian restaurants and amateur dramatics, the postal service, the fresh vegetables, the trains, and the modesty and truthfulness of people.

He caught my eye, saw me staring, and waved in a neighborly way, from his own country.

I said I was a stranger here. "Ain't no strangers here, baby," she said, and gave me a merry smile.

That seemed to be the theme in the Deep South: kindness, generosity, a welcome.

If he doesn't talk to me, and he doesn't walk around with me, and he doesn't travel in the same compartment,' I said, 'I don't understand why he wants to come with me.' 'To make sure you are comfortable. Hospitality. You are our guest ...

back to my hotel, where it was always mealtime.

Using an extremely clever if somewhat fanciful Chinese technique for ensnaring awkward visitors, they insisted that I was too important to travel alone and so stuck me with Mr. Fang.

I saw a stranger yestreen. I put food in the eating place, Drink in the drinking place, Music in the listening place— And the lark in its song sang! 'Often, often, often, often, Comes the Christ in the stranger's guise.