The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.
Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death.
In high school, I stole a six-foot submarine sandwich from a banquet room in front of several hundred people. I did it because I was in marching band, and we were promised food if we played, and they broke their promise. It was my first and only heist, motivated by justice and hunger.
A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.
The sanity of the average banquet speaker lasts about two and a half months; at the end of that time he begins to mutter to himself, and calls out in his sleep.
Too many sit at the banquet table of the gospel of Jesus Christ and merely nibble at the feast placed before them. They go through the motions - attending their meetings perhaps, glancing at scriptures, repeating familiar prayers - but their hearts are far away.
Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.
Did you come of age in those sweet summers of the early nineteen-sixties, when the airwaves were full of rock and roll's doo-wop promise of joy and the nation was full of J.F.K.'s eloquent promise of a New Frontier? I did. Life seemed to be laid out before us like a banquet; everything was for the taking, especially hearts.
In talking to you I feel very much more at ease than my colleagues who gave the speeches during the banquet.
Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.