Quotes about Guests

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.

Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.

When you are hosting a party Whether formal or funky or arty End your "icebreaker" quest Give a limerick per guest The laughs will be instant and hearty.

To approach telepathy, you start with empathy and crank that up as high as you can. You care about each other. You feel each others's joy and pain. You make each other laugh, and help each other cry. You work hard at trusting each other, so that it's safe to dismantle the fortress around your ego. You forgive each other anything that stands between you, and try to bring out each other's best, you work very hard at hosing all the bull-shit out of your head so that it's clean enough for guests, silencing all the demons in your subconscious so that it's quiet enough to hear people thinking at you, and most of all you find ways to make that work so much fun that you keep on working. You stick together and love each other, and keep growing.

Mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.

Sharing food and drink is one of the oldest rituals in the world. Whether a guest is offered a drink by the host or a special beverage in a special cup initiates an occasion, the moment is of significance.

Anger should never be an overnight guest.

He who believes in God and the Last Day should honour his guest. Provisions for the road are what will serve for a day and night; hospitality extends for three days; what goes beyond that is Sadqa (charity); and it is not allowable that a guest should stay till he makes himself encumbrance.

He who believes in God and the Last Day should honour his guest; he who believes in God and the Last Day should not annoy his neighbours; and he who believes in God and the Last Day should say what is good or keep silent.

After three days, fish and guests stink.

HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of Spring! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome ring. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear: Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The schoolboy, wand'ring through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fli'st thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another Spring to hail. Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No Winter in thy year! O could I fly, I'd fly with thee! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the Spring

When I make a feast, I would my guests should praise it, not the cooks.

Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest.

He who would be useful, strong, and happy, must cease being a passive receptacle for the negative, beggardly, and impure streams of thought; and as a wise householder commands his servants and invites his guests, so must he learn to command his desires, and to say, with authority, what thoughts he shall admit into the mansion of his soul.

Every house where love abides And friendship is a guest, Is surely home, and home, sweet home For there the heart can rest.

One watches people starting out in life quite adequately, handling life with active vigor, as they run, one after another, into experiences where something deeper than vigor is needed. Serious failure, for example. Some night in his lifetime everyone comes home to find a new guest there-disappointment. What he had set his heart on has gone. . . . If one is to come through difficult experiences unembittered, unspoiled, still a real person, one needs deep resources. . . . Not alone in such experiences as sorrow and failure does this need arise but in man's search for the indispensable spiritual requirements of a satisfying life - inner peace, for example, some serenity in the soul to come home to at night and to out from in the morning. Who does not need that? But no one can get inner peace by pouncing on it, by vigorously willing to have it. Peace is a margin of power around our daily need. Peace is a consciousness of springs too deep for earthly droughts to dry up. Peace is an awareness of reserves from beyond ourselves, so that our power is not so much in us as through us.

Get the confidence of the public and you will have no difficulty in getting their patronage. Inspire your whole force with the right spirit of service; encourage every sign of the true spirit. So display and advertise wares that customers shall buy with understanding. Treat them as guests when they come and when they go, whether or not they buy. Give them all that can be given fairly, on the principle that to him that giveth shall be given. Remember always that the recollection of quality remains long after the price is forgotten. Then your business will prosper by a natural process.

Music, the universal language of mankind, is also a form of beauty at its best. As language differs among peoples, so does the language of music differ with time, place, background and experience; but if it is true music, it strikes a responsive chord. In a Japanese home at Christmas-time, I was the only person in the group who spoke English. Yet ways of communication were found. Thinking of home, I hummed softly to myself, "Silent Night." To my surprise, the French guest, the German guest and the Japanese family joined in singing the universally inspiring Christmas song, each in his own language, yet in the same language, the language of the heart.

I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.

We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest, And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those who love us best.

People in hotels strike no roots. The French phrase for chronic hotel guests even says so; they are called dwellers sur la branche.

Said of a departing guest: That woman speaks eighteen languages and can't say No in any of them.

Said of a departing guest; in While Rome Burns, That woman speaks eighteen languages and can't say No in any of them.

Hymn for a Household Shepherd of mortals, here behold A little flock, a wayside fold That wait thy presence to be blest - O Man of Nazareth, be our guest.

Behave when away from home as though you were in the presence of an honored guest. Employ the people as though you were assisting at an important sacrifice. Do not do to others what you would not like yourself. Then there will be no feelings of opposition to you, whether it is the affairs of a state that you are handling or the affairs of a family.

My God, my Father, while I stray Far from home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done." Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not; But breathe the prayer divinely taught, "Thy will be done." What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved no longer nigh, Submissive still, would I reply, "Thy will be done." If thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize-it ne'er was mine, I only yield Thee what was Thine; "Thy will be done." If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest; "Thy will be done." Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done."

Now I am not joining in the hue and cry again the dramatist's picturization or against the arts of our time. This theme [evil] often makes very good theater, but what makes good theater does not necessarily make for a good life. I think Macbeth is great, but I am not eager to be the Macbeths' house guest.

Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the business for me."

Even today, well-brought-up English girls are taught by their mothers to boil all veggies for at least a month and a half, just in case one of the dinner guests turns up without his teeth.