Quotes on Guests

No guest is so welcome in a friend's house that he will not become a nuisance after three days.

Writing fiction is a solitary occupation but not really a lonely one. The writer's head is mobbed with characters, images and language, making the creative process something like eavesdropping at a party for which you've had the fun of drawing up the guest list. Loneliness usually doesn't set in until the work is finished, and all the partygoers and their imagined universe have disappeared.

Warriors say: I dare not be like the host, but would rather be like the guest. I dare not advance an inch, but would rather retreat a foot.

You must strive to multiply bread so that it suffices for the tables of mankind, and not rather favor an artificial control of birth, which would be irrational, in order to diminish the number of guests at the banquet of life.

Tasting a dish should be memorable If nothing remains in the memory of a single guest, then I have made a mistake.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

Why should not a writer be permitted to make use of the levers of fear, terror and horror because some feeble soul here and there finds it more than it can bear? Shall there be no strong meat at table because there happen to be some guests there whose stomachs are weak, or who have spoiled their own digestions?

The number of guests at dinner should not be less than the number of the Graces nor exceed that of the Muses, i.e., it should begin with three and stop at nine.

When you open the door and invite in all sentient beings as your guests, you have to drop your agenda.

For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread. The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.... Shall we think of the day as a chance to come nearer to our Host, and to find out something of Him who has fed us so long?

I think the dying pray at the last not "please," but "thank you," as a guest thanks his host at the door.

I repeat again: the male mind is egoistic. You have to learn the way of the feminine, you have to become egoless, you have to learn the path of surrender. You have to learn how to melt into existence, how to become one with the rivers and the mountains and the clouds, how to feel affinity, attunement, at-onement. And then slowly, slowly you become a host. The day you are a host, the Guest comes.

For you deal here above all with human life, and human life is sacred; no one may dare make an attempt upon it. Respect for life, even with regard to the great problem of the birth rate, must find here in your Assembly its highest affirmation and its most rational defense. Your task is to ensure that there is enough bread on the tables of mankind, and not to encourage an artificial control of births, which would be irrational, in order to diminish the number of guests at the banquet of life.

The audience is the most revered member of the theater. Without an audience, there is no theater. Everything done is ultimately for the enjoyment of the audience. They are our guests, fellow players, and the last spoke in the wheel which can then begin to roll. They make the performance meaningful.

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell_x000D_ _x000D_ To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!_x000D_ _x000D_ He prayeth well, who loveth well_x000D_ _x000D_ Both man and bird and beast.

Time is like a fashionable host _x000D_ _x000D_ That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, _x000D_ _x000D_ And with his arm outstretch'd, as he would fly, _x000D_ _x000D_ Grasps in the comer.

I seem to myself, as in a dream, Am accidental guest in this dreadful body.

I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.

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.

Harry Potter has kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go so far as to call him my guest of honor.

The guest will judge better of a feast than the cook