Quotes About Gatherings

Any time you make more than a couple of friends at an event, I think that you actually made no friends.

My parents had drinks and there were crudités for us- although they were not called crudités at the time, they were called carrots and celery.

The socializing hadn't been so bad, he acknowledged, and he couldn't say he minded the food, though a man would do better with a good beef sandwich. Still it was plentiful, even if you did have to pick your way through half of it to get to something recognizable.

The most elementary of good manners . . . at a social gathering one does not bring up the subject of personalities, sad topics or unfortunate facts, religion, or politics.

I forgot to tell you Mary invited us to dinner. It'll be all my brothers. My parents may stop in, but they've been away this week." "You forgot? Really?" "I came into this room, and you took your clothes off. I forgot everything after that.

these accidental parties are always the pleasantest,

You don't get time to meet your peers such as Dharmendra and Hema Malini very often. Award functions or other events are the only places you meet them, unless there is an emergency. Then we all come together.

We're not girls who lunch unless it's a birthday or special occasion.

At barbecues, people just like to eat a lot of meat; it's extraordinary. They eat far more than they normally would at a dinner party.

This thing happened where I noticed anytime I got together with four friends or more, the conversation goes to food.

Over the holidays is when I have the most occasions to cook and bake.

A party without cake is just a meeting.

Truth to tell, the modern man is bored to tears in his home; so he goes to his club. The modern woman is bored outside her boudoir; she goes to tea-parties. The modern man and woman are bored at home; they go to night-clubs. But lesser folk who have no clubs gather together in the evening under the chandelier and hardly dare to walk through the labyrinth of their furniture which takes up the whole room and is all their fortune and their pride.

You know what I'm doing for Easter? I'm gonna be hanging with my Peeps.

I want to have a sister lunch once a month, a least.

What most people find festive—a weekend at a beach shack with friends, a boat trip down a river, a crackling bonfire on a summer night—I see as a bleak nightmare to be grimly endured. I would sooner put lit cigarettes in my eyes than share a vacation house with a crowd.

At Christmas every body invites their friends and thinks little of even the worst weather.

Calories don't count if they're connected to a celbration. Everyone knows this.

Families always have these unspoken dramas, and at holidays, everyone is supposed to sit down and pretend that none of that is going on.

My aunt Geraldine was the unofficial historian and storyteller. She had all the information about family members and the gossip that came out of the church because we were very much part of the African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church. At family gatherings, the older folk had the floor, had pride of place, and it was their stories I remember.

Why do guests always end up in the kitchen at parties? Is it a social phenomenon? Some strange gravitational pull? I don't know, but one thing is for sure: If your friends are going to congregate in your kitchen, you'd better make it as nice as possible.

A city like London is sociable in a sense that there are people gathering in bars and restaurants, concerts and lectures. Yet you can partake of all these experiences and never say hello to anyone new. And one of the things that all religions do is take groups of strangers into a space and say it is OK to talk to each other.

My favourite thing is cooking for my friends. There are 13 of us who all met at university. They come round once a week, and I make a huge lasagne.

Get your friends together, even if it's just once a week or twice a month, and make dinner together.