Quotes About Hospitality

What would it take for church to become known as a place where grace is "on tap

the down-and-out, who flocked to Jesus when he lived on earth, no longer feel welcome among his followers. What has happened?

J.R.R. Tolkien, said a student, could turn a lecture room into a mead hall in which he was the bard and we were the feasting, listening guests.

Dinner was a meal where good manners overlaid discomfort.

It is for your daughter," she said. "For Jane. To sit on. She seems not to have a seat of her own but she must borrow mine." There

She felt other eyes on her. The madam, a blue-skinned Varvani woman, was standing in the doorway; she balanced her elephantine legs on gold clogs, and the enormous bosom above her chain-mail skirt was tattooed with red kissystars... Don't block the window, dear heart. You want a sample, come on in.

But . . . but what will we talk about? We can't just sit here staring at each other and stuffing cookies in our mouths!" Beth had protested, and Caroline noticed that her cheeks were strangely pink. "Why, Beth, we'll talk about whatever comes to mind. With eleven people in a room, it shouldn't be hard to think of something to say.

Sit with a merchant or sit with a beggar, and it'll always be the beggar who buys your first drink.

I'll just have fries and a Coke," Amber said. "Is Pepsi okay?" the waitress asked. "Sure." Does anyone ever say no to that question?

She smells better, Claire said. And she made me cookies.

When she set Shane's glass of Coke down in front of him, she did it with probably a little too much emphasis; he glanced up at her with a question-mark expression.[...] ''What?'' Shane asked her, and took a drink. ''Did I forget to say thanks? Because, thanks. Best Coke ever. Did you make it yourself? Special recipe?

Never too late or too early for pancakes. If you don't believe that, you can turn around and go, because we are never going to be friends.

After six years of solitude, sharing a meal and conversation with someone was a pleasure. More than a pleasure, her hospitality and companionship were also affecting to a surprising extent, so that at times I was overcome by emotion so intense, I couldn't have spoken without revealing how profoundly I was moved.

Well, I guess if you were going to spin me up in a cocoon or plant an egg in my brain or kill me, you'd have done it already. Come on in. Can I get you coffee or anything?

It's not polite to invite yourself along.

Good friends, good meat. Good God, let's eat!

I served the counter while Sadie and Alice managed the floor. As soon as one seat emptied, someone else took the spot. After removing the dirty dishes and wiping the area clean, I looked up to greet my new customer.

We certainly would," Cliff said. "Seth's family is waiting for us," Justine told them. "But thanks for the invite." She smiled as Cal came in with another two bags. "And thanks, Cal

I do not live in you, I bear my house inside me, everywhere until your winters grow more kind by the dancing firelight of mind where knobs of brass do not exist whose doors dissolve in tenderness House that lets in, at last, those fears that are its guests, to sit on chairs feasts on their human faces, and takes pity simply by the hand shows her her room, and feels the hum of wood and brick becoming home.

She looks over, still smiling, to Sirine behind the counter, and says, Roasted lamb, rice and pine nuts, tabbouleh salad, apricot juice. Then she blows a kiss. Hanif glances at Sirine. She looks down, quick, a bunch of parsley pinched in her fingertips, rocks the big cleaver through a profusion of green leaves, onions, cracked wheat. Suddenly she remembers the leben and hurries to the big potful of yogurt sauce, which is just on the verge of curdling.

Sirine finishes deskewering six plates of lamb shish kabobs and three plates of chicken, drizzling oil over ground beef and hummus, over smoky puréed eggplant, over a bowl of olives, and splashing four tabbouleh salads with lemon.

Home is the place where they have to take you in

We currently enjoy the hospitality of the local smith, a gentleman named Heughan.

Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.