Quotes About Hospitality

The first glass is for myself, the second for my friends, the third for good humor, and the forth for my enemies.

One does not leave a convivial party before closing time.

Nobody ever went broke sayin' 'Good Mornin'' to folks.

Und du hast keinen würdigen Empfang für uns vorbereitet, mit Musik, Wein und halbnackten Sklavinnen, die uns zu Diensten sind?« fragte Bjorn tadelnd.

A lot of restaurants serve good food, but they don't have very good service.

I want to see where you live.", I say. "You look in my eyes. "Be my guest." *** That's how all start. From a misunderstanding. When you say "guest" i think you meaning I can stay in your house. A week later, I move out from Chinese landlord.

La tenancière m'offrit une assiettée d'amandes grillées et me promit sa meilleure fille pour fêter ma majorité. – Sans rancune, petit? – Sans rancune, madame. – Comme c'est touchant... Et puis, arrête de me broder avec tes « madame », ça me constipe.

Unquestionably it would have been Mary Magdalene who did the dishes at the Last Supper. Concluded Marguerite Yourcenar.

It's not polite to pass out when you've got company. Conversation

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.

Keep the change," he smiled. Was there ever a more empowering phrase than "Keep the change"?

At the same time President Kennedy invited me - and all the other millions of Europe - to try the novelty of tourism in the U.S., he issued a secret directive to 180,000,000 Americans to be nice to us. How else to explain the embarrassing generosity, the overwhelming kindness, the extreme courtesy at every turn?

Why is Wi-Fi free at cheap hotels but $14 a night at expensive ones.

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the peace of their self-content; There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart In a fellowless firmament; There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths Where highways never ran; But let me live by the side of the road, And be a friend to man. —Samuel Walter Foss

he allegedly told his host, "If this is coffee, please bring me some tea, but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee.

I grinned. "I'm anybody's for a cuppa and a biscuit.

In Britain, a cup of tea is the answer to every problem. Fallen off your bicycle? Nice cup of tea. Your house has been destroyed by a meteorite? Nice cup of tea and a biscuit. Your entire family has been eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex that has travelled through a space/time portal? Nice cup of tea and a piece of cake. Possibly a savoury option would be welcome here too, for example a Scotch egg or a sausage roll.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

Be taught now, among the trees and rocks, how the discarded is woven into shelter, learn the way things hidden and unspoken slowly proclaim their voice in the world. Find that far inward symmetry to all outward appearances, apprentice yourself to yourself, begin to welcome back all you sent away, be a new annunciation, make yourself a door through which to be hospitable, even to the stranger in you.

Hamet, Seid, and Abdallah were stung by the irony that on the wild desert, where people had virtually nothing, they shared freely, but here, where resources were comparatively abundant, no one would offer them so much as a drink.

while we were in inhabited country every Bedu for miles around would come to feed at our expense. It would be impossible to refuse them food: in the desert one may never turn a guest away, however unwanted he may be. T.E. Lawrence observed that 'the desert was held in a crazed communism by which Nature and the elements were for the free use of every known friendly person for his own purposes and no more.

Which is why I stayed long enough to buy every man a pint and winnow out at least a little kernel of wheaty truth from the chaff of gossip.

There are few greater pleasures in life than a devoted butler.

Good food warms the heart and feeds the soul.