Quotes About Hospitality

When a Parisian drops into the country he is cut off from all his usual habits, and soon feels the dragging hours, no matter how attentive his friends may be to him. Therefore, because it is so impossible to prolong in a tete-a-tete conversations that are soon exhausted, the master and mistress of a country-house are apt to say, calmly, "You will be terribly bored here.

Pretendo l'ospitalità degli Arabi. Devo esservi sacro; altrimenti, aprite e andrò incontro alla morte.

You know what I have noticed? And this is really sad. Flying first class is less scary than flying coach. They speak to you and they're so nice to you and they want to help you and they know you want a drink before the plane takes off. And they bring it to you without asking. If you're sitting in coach and hoping for a drink, good luck.

Their long, meandering tales of humble normal lives were like the proverbial glimpse of a snug, lamp-lit parlour to a traveller belated after nightfall.

Early on, I'd got a sample of how Cornelia Tell questioned all motives for politeness. I'd sat down and said, "Would it be too much trouble if I got a scone with my coffee?" Cornelia Tell shot back, "Even if it does cause me trouble, do you still want a scone?" I never put it that way again, believe me. I just said, "I'd like a scone.

Marry," quoth Robin, laughing, and weighing the flask in his hands ere he drank, "methinks it is no more than seemly of you all to be glad to see me, seeing that I bring sight to the blind, speech to the dumb, hearing to the deaf, and such a lusty leg to a lame man. I drink to your happiness, brothers, as I may not drink to your health, seeing ye are already hale, wind and limb.

The point of a coffee store was not just to teach customers about fine coffee but to show them how to enjoy it.

I've never thought of the third place just as a physical environment. For me, the third place has always been a feeling. An emotion. An aspiration that all people can come together and be uplifted as a result of a sense of belonging. This is the cornerstone of our business, yes, but "belonging" is also a basic human right, which should be afforded all members of a society.

For me, the idea of a "third place" is not just something that exists between four walls. It is a mind-set. A way to exist in the world. That's why I set out to build a profitable business that also expressed a core ethos: that people of all kinds can come together and uplift one another.

I hate menus, I hate choosing food. I just want to be brought. Bring me dinner!

Later, a very fat woman came in with a trolley and put a plate of something brown and foul-smelling on a table beside me. I couldn't imagine what I'd ever done to her, but whatever it was, it must have been bad. She obviously realised that she'd over-reacted, because half an hour later she came and took the plate away again.

Cuando siento la comezón de pisar Francia, cruzo la frontera, pido una cerveza o un vino y me lo dan sin tapa, tengo ganas de volver enseguida a casa.

Friend, we are well met indeed. I think we are a pair of fools and that we should hasten to Nildren's Peak, where I shall buy ye such a dinner as even your great frame will find sufficient. And then we shall see who can drink the other under the table. Is that good by ye?

Do you ever drink any of the cups of tea that get made for you?' Rebus asked, gesturing towards the still-full mug. 'Don't really like the stuff,' Creasey admitted. 'But people do seem to enjoy making it.

Fettered feet in the presence of friends is better than living in a garden with strangers.

Sobras Las sobras de la comida del emir son mayores que los presentes de halwa (dulces) del mercader. Timur Fazil

You make me a sinner if you stop me giving you hospitality.

Me conviertes en un pecador si me impides darte hospitalidad.

Pies encadenados en presencia de amigos es mejor que vivir en un jardín con extraños.

God provides the food, men provide the cooks.

I've drunk French champagne in a speakeasy and water out of a horse trough in Poland, and the thing that matters is not what I'm drinking but who I'm drinking with.

When the bee comes to your house, let her have beer; you may want to visit the bee's house some day.

This book could not have been written without the people of Mongolia, who allowed me to live among them for a time and who taught me their history over salted tea and vodka while the winter eased into spring.

This being human is a guest-house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out