Best 145 quotes in «hotel quotes» category

In der Wiederholung liegt die Vertiefung!

M4=Man muss MENSCHEN mögen

Man wird durch das Andere schlecht Machen - nicht besser!

Mitarbeiter die eine Kombination aus großem Herzen und wachem Verstand haben sind unschlagbar - Folge: Kundenloyalitat

Menschen kündigen zwar bei ihrer Firma, aber eigentlich verlassen sie ihren Chef.

Nur in der steten Unzufriedenheit liegt der Erfolg.

Macht kommt von machen.

Papiere zweimal anzufassen, ist die Vorbereitung zur Insolvenz.

Nutzen Sie Ihre Intelligenz bevor Sie Ihr Geld nutzen.

Qualität ist der Abgleich zwischen Kundenerwartung und Kundenerlebnis

Redefreiheit ist das Aushängeschild eines starken Leaders.

Relevanz gründet immer auf der Frage: Was hat mein Kunde davon?

Right as I go to kiss Echo, someone knocks on the door. Damn it all to hell. “Go away!” “Be nice! It’s probably housekeeping.” Echo shoves at my chest and while she doesn’t have enough strength to push me away, I drop back like a domino, and she hops out of bed. “Be right there,” she calls out, then she lowers her voice to address me. “We’re lucky we didn’t get kicked out last night over the clothes.” “We?” I repeat. “I’m not the one clogging hotel filters with boxer shorts.” She pins me with a glare. I turn onto my side and prop my head up on my hand, deciding to enjoy the show of Echo hot as hell and strutting across the room. Spaghetti-strapped tank top and boy shorts that show a hint of her ass. On second thought... “You may want a robe if you’re going to open that door.” Hell, a shirt would help. “I’m going to crack it open to tell them that we’re still sleeping.” “We’re eighteen and in a hotel. Did you want them to laugh?” Her face turns red, and she shushes me. Damn, she’s going to answer the door like that. I roll off the bed and grab a pair of jeans. “Let me. My luck it’ll be the maintenance guy, then he’ll be stalking you for the rest of the trip.” Echo sticks her tongue out at me, but steps back to let me by. “Be nice.” My lips tilt up as I rub my thumb against her cheek. “I’m always nice.”

„Service Excellence“ kostet Geld - Keine Excellence kostet Kunden!

Professionalität ohne Herzlichkeit ist Arroganz!

Service braucht Herzlichkeit – das ist eine historische Konstante!

Service aus Leidenschaft oder Service der Leiden schafft?

Service Excellence eats discount and rebate for breakfast.

One final glance back at the hotel. Philias Switchmoat the Third, stepping from the curb and in to a puddle. Disappeared.

Service Excellence ist kein Projekt - sondern eine Haltung, eine ganze Kultur!

Smart girl 101: Never let a stranger follow you to your hotel room.

Sicher ist nicht immer das Sicherste!

Soak blanket in gravy and make a delicious brick wrap. Serve in All Gravy Room at the Mandrake Hotel.

Super-luxury hotels are being built in outer space. The new type of heaven is being offered to humans.

Tending a cliff-hanging Grand Hotel In a country ravaged by civil war. My heart as its only bellhop. My brain as its Chinese cook.

Then they had a day together in Melbourne and Jenny stayed in her first hotel, with Luc sparing no expense and treating her to the Windsor for the night. Here, Jenny experienced a luxury that had her wide-eyed, where men in their fine uniform of burgundy jackets, trimmed with gold, fussed around them and suggested an afternoon tea like never before. Luc couldn’t help but grin to see his daughter engulfed in a leather chair, near the huge arched picture windows that fronted Spring Street, choosing cucumber sandwiches and beautiful little cakes and pastries from a silver tiered cake stand.

The phone rang. Softly, in actuality, yet it seemed loud and ominous, as phones do at night in dark hotel rooms.

The past is a hotel. You can visit any time; enjoy the view. But you can't live there. The cost is to high.

Spielen wir in der Champion´s League, aber bitte nicht vor leeren Rängen.

Thinking of Rooie, he was not entirely alone. He'd even chosen a hotel that he thought Rooie would have liked. Although it was not the most expensive hotel in Zurich, it was too expensive for a cop. But Harry had traveled so little that he'd saved a fair amount of money. He didn't expect the 2nd District to pay for his room at the Hotel Zum Storchen, not even for one night, yet that was where he wanted to stay. It was a charmingly romantic hotel on the banks of the Limmat, and Harry chose a room that looked across the river at the floodlit Rathaus.

Treue gibt es nur in Freiheit!

There is a porter at the door and at the reception-desk a grey-haired woman and a sleek young man. 'I want a room for tonight.' 'A room? A room with bath?' I am still feeling ill and giddy. I say confidentially, leaning forward: 'I want a light room.' The young man lifts his eyebrows and stares at me. I try again. 'I don't want a room looking on the courtyard. I want a light room.' 'A light room?' the lady says pensively. She turns over the pages of her books, looking for a light room. 'We have number 219,' she says. 'A beautiful room with bath. Seventy-five francs a night.' (God, I can't afford that.) 'It's a very beautiful room with bath. Two windows. Very light,' she says persuasively. A girl is called to show me the room. As we are about to start for the lift, the young man says, speaking out of the side of his mouth: 'Of course you know that number 219 is occupied.' 'Oh no. Number 219 had his bill before yesterday.' the receptionist says. 'I remember. I gave it to him myself.' I listen anxiously to this conversation. Suddenly I feel that I must have number 219, with bath - number 219, with rose-coloured curtains, carpet and bath. I shall exist on a different planet at once if I can get this room, if only for a couple of nights. It will be an omen. Who says you can't escape from your faith? I'll escape from mine, into room number 219. Just try me, just give me a chance. 'He asked for his bill,' the young man says, in a voice which is a triumph of scorn and cynicism. 'He asked for his bill but that doesn't mean that he has gone.' The receptionist starts arguing. 'When people ask for their bills, it's because they are going, isn't it?' 'Yes,' he says, 'French' people. The others ask for their bills to see if we're going to cheat them.' 'My God,' says the receptionist, 'foreigners, foreigners, my God. ...' The young man turns his back, entirely dissociating himself from what is going on. Number 219 - well, now I know all about him. All the time they are talking I am seeing him - his trousers, his shoes, the way he brushes his hair, the sort of girls he likes. His hand-luggage is light yellow and he has a paunch. But I can't see his face. He wears a mask, number 219. ... 'Show the lady number 334.

Unser Fokus – ganz einfach: Never ever lose a customer!

Um den Sternenhimmel zu sehen, musst Du zuerst die Dunkelheit zulassen.

Viele Führungskräfte denken wie Feldherren, reden aber wie Kindergärtner.

[To admit that college isn't for everyone] may sound élitist. It may even sound philistine, since the purpose of a liberal-arts education is to produce well-rounded citizens rather than productive workers. But perhaps it is more foolishly élitist to think that going to school until age 22 is necessary to being well-rounded, or to tell millions of young adults that their futures depend on performing a task that only a minority of them can actually accomplish. It is absurd that people have to get college degrees to be considered for good jobs in hotel management or accounting — or journalism. It is inefficient, both because it wastes a lot of money and because it locks people who would have done good work out of some jobs. The tight connection between college degrees and economic success may be a nearly unquestioned part of our social order. Future generations may look back and shudder at the cruelty of it.

Wahrer Luxus ist nicht laut, schreit nicht - wahrer Luxus flüstert.

„Was alle sagen, muss noch längst nicht stimmen. Etwas wird nicht richtiger, nur weil alle es so machen. Erfolg kommt nicht von folgen.

Wenn die Einwände im Vordergrund stehen, rücken die Ideen in den Hintergrund.

Wenn unser Kundenkreis zu klein ist - ist unser Komfort Level zu groß!

Wenn die Vergangenheit länger ist als die Zukunft, wird es Zeit, sich nur noch auf das Wesentliche zu konzentrieren.

Wenn zwei Menschen immer die gleiche Meinung haben, hat einer nicht nachgedacht.

Wer beim Kunden Service Excellence verschläft, wacht im Mittelmaß auf!

Wendy’s house, unlike many in Cape Breton, had three floors, along with a basement and attic. Aside from Wendy’s bedroom, there was a laundry room. The dirty water in the sink would rush from the washer hose, bubbling up, threatening to overflow, but it never did. Next-door was a motel with a neon sign that read in turquoise and pink, “We have the best rates in town!”, but the ‘E’ in ‘rates’ kept flickering on and off day and night so that every few seconds it would switch to, “We have the best rats in town!

Vertrauen ist gut, mehr Vertrauen ist besser.

Wer als unfreier Leader versucht, freie Menschen zu führen, der wird scheitern.

Wir sind heute besser als gestern und morgen besser als heute.

Wir irren einfacher mit dem Durchschnitt, als es als einzelner richtig zu machen!

Wo Angst ist, sind Vergleiche nicht weit!

Boston: Their hotels are bad. Their pumpkin pies are delicious. Their poetry is not so good.