Quotes About Hospitality

It's about creating a place to belong before people are expected to behave or even believe.

A shared table is the supreme expression of hospitality in every culture on earth. When your worn-out kitchen table hosts good people and good conversation, when it provides a safe place to break bread and share wine, your house becomes a sanctuary, holy as a cathedral. I've left a friend's table as sanctified and renewed as any church service. If you have a porch, then you have an altar to gather around.

Talk to strangers, we're all family on this planet. • Expect, and enjoy, the unexpected. • Find the humor. • Join the party. • Live in the moment. • Time spent enjoying yourself is never time wasted. • Share your space.

My best hostess tip is to have good food and really good music! We usually put on the Charlie Brown Christmas album. That's my favorite.

He is very good to her," Juliana said. She lifted one of the teacups from the tray, admiring its fineness. Ainsley had been sweet to give them the set. Mahindar looked surprised. "But that is only natural, memsahib," he said. "After all

Thank you for coming," Juliana said with sincerity. "I'm only sorry we did not have enough time to spend together." "Of course we didn't. What with your planning, your house not ready, people shooting at one another, and crashing chandeliers, we did not have a moment to ourselves." Gemma kissed her cheek. "Next time, dear.

At last the meal was ready to go up, the cream of carrot soup resting in its tureen; the fish pale in its butter sauce; the beef proudly browned and crackling with heat, its sauce of wine, demi-glace, and shallots poured around its base; the potatoes crisp; the greens resting in a bowl with a light sprinkling of a wine and lemon sauce; the lemon tart to be set on the sideboard for after

I'm not stalking her," I insisted. "I'm making sure she's safe. Besides, how could you stalk Lori McGillicuddy? She'd see you and come out to your truck and say, "Hi, I'm Lori. Are you my stalker? It's so neat to meet you! While you're stuck here watching my every move, can I bring you anything? Sweet tea?

It's not really wine," he said. "It's Diet Coke. And if anyone ever serves you brown wine with a foamy head, send it back.

We all got into it, cracking walnut shells with our shoes, pulling the sweet white meat from inside while a crowd of our Chinese hosts eyed us with bemused perplexity. "Americans," I imagined them saying, afterward. "The poor sons of bitches have everything in the world, but they've never tasted fresh walnuts.

Rich people like to hostess, so they can show off their nice stuff. Tonight

Mi casa es su casa. Literally. I'm pretty sure your dad owns it.

Consider me an open book" dev said. "Mi casa es su casa." Dev crinkled his nose and smelled the air. "Err, mi nose es su nose.

Alisa gave me an almost pitying look. "Oh, honey," she said, then recovered her professionalism. "You own this hotel.

He'll fight to grab the check, then tip like crap.

When dinner was just about ready, [Mother] would go freshen up, changing clothes and putting on makeup. When one of my sisters once asked her how come she got ready and changed clothes right before dinner, Mom smiled and said, Because my husband is coming home. [Dick Amman]

sit down and take dinner with us - a guest that is safe from repeating his visit, can generally be made welcome...

Sit down and take your dinner with us; a guest that is safe from repeating his visit can generally be made welcome.

THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.

You will forgive me, for I never visit. I am from the fields, you know, and while quite at home with the Dandelion, make but sorry figure in a Drawing -- room -- Did you ask me out with a bunch of Daisies, I should thank you, and accept --

The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone. - Letters 1857 to Dr and Mrs Holland pg 171

Sweetened ice tea is one of the things I love about the South, right up there with homemade biscuits and cheese grits.

Her voice is as warm and soothing as the carbohydrates they will share.

Love that Ritz!" he said. "A lot of folks swear by the Crescent Court, but it has nothing on the Ritz. Such a classic. And do you know that they have their own nightly guacamologist? How divine is that?