Quotes About Apartment

Liebkind: Hitler. There was a painter. He could paint an entire apartment in one afternoon. Two coats!

Tenants living in house call your house their HOME. Tenants living in an apartment usually call it their APARTMENT.

And the stairs. Oh, the stairs. The staircase in our third-floor walk-up was the steepest, hardest, metal-est staircase I have ever encountered in my life. It was a staircase for killing someone and making it seem like an accident.

What about Helena? It's okay, because she's in the medical profession. They have to do whatever is the best for health. That's right, the Hippocratic oath. She'll be sad, but she won't interfere with us because of the oath. Will you move your things up to my apartment?

I sat on the edge of my bed for a minute. Then, just like she'd told me to do, I opened my curtains. The sky was blue, and the windows of my apartment were in the right direction to get morning sunshine. I started my coffee, then went to open Twitter to read while it brewed. A pop-up message appeared instead: Don't read Twitter. Here is a link to the Abelique discussion board community for artists.

You rented an apartment with its own escape route?" "I did," Z says. "It's not so paranoid when you use it to do just that.

I want to stay hidden in this apartment forever. I want to be kept like a house cat.

hears the apartment door close, then the sound of her heels on the staircase. He stands staring at the house on television. Bill Cunningham, looking energized, says: "—movement in an upstairs window

to the door of the undesirable little apartment, flinging it open, it seemed to Laurel, with a gesture of disgust. But Laurel's mother told her she ought to be thankful that such things as cheapest rooms existed. "It is only by occupying the cheapest room in the house, that you and I can go to nice hotels, where nice people go," Mrs. Dallas explained to her daughter.

Just outside the apartment window was a kite caught in the telegraph wires; blown about and ripped by the dusty spring wind, it nevertheless clung tenaciously to the wires, as if in affirmation of something. Every time I looked at the kite I had to smile with embarrassment and blush. It haunted me even in dreams.

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Things like what happened to me don't happen in a vacuum. Somewhere, I'm certain, there are many other women trying to forget the bad dream of that apartment. Maybe if one of them had told someone, it wouldn't have happened to me. And maybe if I had told someone, it wouldn't have happened to somebody else. That's why I'm telling you now. Because shame is dangerous. Poisonous. And not just for those who carry it.

Bran was stripping her futon down to the bare mattress when she entered her apartment. It was sort of like watching the president mowing the White House lawn or taking out the trash.

Le dimanche soir, quelques personnes se réunissaient dans l'appartement de Martine Hayward, et moi je me trouvais parmi ces gens-là. J'avais vingt ans et je ne me sentais pas tout à fait à ma place.

For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.

When I reached the vestibule of my apartment building, the campus police closed in on me. I heard Professor Edelstein shout, it's okay, he's a poet. Matter of fact, the best black ... the best poet writing today." The cops instantly backed off. I was protected by poetic immunity. I had permission to act crazy.

I did finally make it to Paris, in June of 2010. And though most tourists go straight to the Eiffel Tower or the Louvre, or to Notre-Dame Cathedral, I headed for the chipped blue door of 74 rue du Cardinal Lemoine, Hadley and Ernest's first apartment in the Latin Quarter. The

attachment disorder in which she bonded with TV rather than with a human being. Sadly, she is still lost in that relationship living on disability in an apartment cluttered with an enormous amount of useless hoarded material.

The knives I keep in my apartment are just sharp enough to open envelopes with. Cutting a slice of coarse bread is on the borderline of their capacity. I don't need anything sharper. Otherwise, on bad days, it might easily occur to me that I could always go and split my throat. Against such a contingency it's nice to have the added security of needing to go downstairs and borrow a decent knife from a neighbour.