Every house where love abides And friendship is a guest, Is surely home, and home, sweet home For there the heart can rest.
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Dear Signore Direttore,
Now I am a-tella you a story wot I was a-treated at your hotella.
I am a-comma from Roma as tourist to London an stay as a-younga cristan man at your hotella.
When I comma in my room I see there is no shit in my bed - how can I sleep whit no shit i my bed? So I calla down to the receptione and tella: 'I wanta shit'. They tella me: 'Go to toilet'. I say: 'No,no I wanta shit in my bed'. They say: 'You better not shit in your bed, you sonna-wa-bitch'. What is sonna-wa-bitch?
I go down for breakfast into restorante. I order bacon and egga and two pissis of toast. I getta only one piss of toast. I tella waitress, and point at toast: 'I wanta piss'. She tella me: 'Go to toilet'. I say: 'I wata piss on my plate'. She then say to me: 'You'd bloody not piss on the plate, you sonna-wa-bitch'.
That is the second person who do not even know me calla me 'sonna-wa-bitch', an why is your staff replying 'Go to toilet', is that a modern tella? I do no understand, Please tella me!
Later I go for dinner in your restorante. Spoon and knife is laid out, but no fock. I tella waitress: 'I wanta fock'. And she tella me: 'Sure, everyone wanta fock'. I say: 'No,no you dont understanda me, I wanta fock on the table'. She tella me: So you sonna-wa-bitch wanta fock on the table? Get your ass out of here!
How comma this cristian hotel tella the guest in such bad manner?
So I go to receptioneand ask for bill, I no wanta stay in this hotel no more. When I have paid the a-billa the portier say to me: 'Thank you and piss on you'. I say: 'Piss on you too, you sonna-wa-bitch, I go back to Italy'.
Direttore, I never gonna stay in your hotella no more, you sonna-wa-bitch.
Sincerely
Dicci Elgre
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Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?
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The timid and fearful first failures dismay, but the stout heart stays trying by night and by day. He values his failures as lessons that teach The one way to get to the goal he would reach.
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Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant:...
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When by the Ruins oft I past My sorrowing eyes aside did cast And here and there the places spy Where oft I sate and long did lie. Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest, There lay that store I counted best, My pleasant things in ashes lie And them behold no more shall I. Under the roof no guest shall sit, Nor at thy Table eat a bit. No pleasant talk shall 'ere be told Nor things recounted done of old. No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee, Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee. In silence ever shalt thou lie.
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When any one of our relations was found to be a person of a very bad character, a troublesome guest, or one we desired to get rid of, upon his leaving my house I ever took care to lend him a riding-coat, or a pair of boots, or sometimes a horse of small value, and I always had the satisfaction of finding he never came back to return them.
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Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.
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The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house as a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.
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I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me, I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day, as you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.
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The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.
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It matters not what goal you seek Its secret here reposes You've got to dig from week to week To get Results or Roses.
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Columbus dreamed of an unknown shore at the rim of a far flung sky.
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A guest sees more in an hour than the host in a year.
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A guest never forgets the host who had treated him kindly.
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After three days men grow weary of a wench, a guest, and rainy weather.
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When my grave is broke up again / Some second guest to entertain.
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It is equally offensive to speed a guest who would like to stay and to detain one who is anxious to leave.
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No guest is so welcome in a friend's house that he will not become a nuisance after three days.
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You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid.
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To be an ideal guest, stay at home.
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A guest is like rain: when he lingers on, he becomes a nuisance.
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Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest.
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A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
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A French guest, staying in a hotel in Edmonton phoned room service for some pepper. 'Black pepper, or white pepper?' asked the concierge. 'Toilette pepper!'
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Nobody can be as agreeable as an uninvited guest.
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The first day one is a guest, the second a burden, and the third a pest.
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If you are a host to your guest, be a host to his dog also.
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We will not allow anyone to perform any terrorist acts inside or from Afghanistan against anyone. We are a free country where Osama is living as a guest. This is the reality and it is up to the world to accept it.
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One sometimes feels a guest of one's time and not a member of its household.
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