Quotes About Mansion

streets of whaling ports such as New Bedford, Massachusetts, were lined with the opulent mansions of whaling merchants and crowded with bands of destitute sailors. The sailors were little more than sharecroppers on ships.

The musicians-how shall one begin to describe them? All this time they have been there, playing in a mad frenzy-all of this scene must be read, or said, or sung, to music. It is the music which makes it what it is; it is the music which changes the place from the rear room of a saloon in back of the yards to a fairy place, a wonderland, a little corner of the high mansions of the sky.

Fear was a mansion, one room after another, connected by endless hallways.

FEAR, LENI LEARNED, was not the small, dark closet she'd always imagined: walls pressed in close, a ceiling you bumped your head on, a floor cold to the touch. No. Fear was a mansion, one room after another, connected by endless hallways.

There are more ghosts in an unwell body than in an entire haunted mansion.

I don't live like liberals in a 5,000 square foot mansion.

Yes, we have taken a place in Juhu and it has been a costly affair since it's about 25,000 square feet in size.

I lived in New Jersey in a massive house, not a 50 Cent mansion, but four bedrooms, and I had acres of land.

The President, King had found on arrival, was "sitting up in his bed" on the second floor of the White House mansion, "wearing a gray sweater," smoking. He'd

According to Architectural Digest, big mansions surrounded by vast estate gardens and thoroughbred horse farms are really good places to live. According to Town & Country, strands of fat pearls are lustrous. According to Travel & Leisure, a private yacht anchored in the sunny Mediterranean is relaxing.

Paraffin never works. I have to do this. The police helicopters. And I pull the trigger. 30 IN MY FATHER'S house are many mansions. Of course, when I pulled the trigger, I died. Liar.

First, the explosion of life. Then came the celebration. Such as it had been for generations and generations, as long as the eldest of the eldest could remember; as long as the record books had kept steady score. By the time the first buds were edging their green shoots from the dirt, the parade grounds had been cleared and the maypole had been pulled from its exile in the basement of the Mansion. The board had met and the Queen decided; all that was left was the wait. The wait for May.

Abandoned, the Sabrosa estate fell into disrepair, and another house rose on the site.

In Austin, outside the governor's mansion: a giant concrete cube with a crack running down the center, a crowbar by its side. Etched into the cube, four chiseled letters: P A C T. Etched into the crowbar: our missing hearts. One by one, passersby picked up the bar and hefted it, but no one dared swing, and when the police arrived they'd confiscated it as a dangerous weapon. The cube they loaded onto a flatbed and hauled away.

The worst of a modern stylish mansion is, that it has no place for ghosts.

Usher's Island

A chastened Wilson wrote a letter of apology on the official stationery of the New Jersey executive mansion, expressing himself "very much mortified" by his mistake.

Then I stood and dropped the phone. I may have screamed—I can't remember. Vincent lived in a gated mansion on the outskirts of Tampa, maybe an hour away. He would have sent help of his own. Mobsters who'd be pulling up the drive any minute. And they'd find me, the wife of a cop, alone in the house, dripping with Anthony's blood. Anthony, who'd been killed with a kitchen knife. Me, his personal chef.

To faculty everywhere, the lesson was obvious: the campus of a top university is not a place for intellectual exploration. It is a luxury home, rented for four to six years, nine months at a time, by children of the elite who may shout at faculty as if they're berating clumsy maids in a colonial mansion. A

Walking fueled his imagination and reminded him that there was another realm within our world, hidden away behind the walls of a mosque, in a collapsing wooden mansion, or inside a cemetery.

studying biology" was our code word for visiting the brothel. We remembered there was a sign on the front of the mansion, READING CRESCENT HOTEL-RESTAURANT, and that the girls had botanical aliases—Flower, Leaf, Daphne, Rose.

Jesucristo dijo: «En la casa de mi padre hay muchas mansiones».

Having picked some tea, he drank it, Then he sprouted wings, And flew to a fairy mansion, To escape the emptiness of the world....

For obvious reasons, I never told you about my notebook, with a cover as green as mansions long ago, which I use as a commonplace book, a phrase which here means 'place where I have collected passages from some of the most important books I have read.