Quotes About House

The house looked to her like the ugly offspring from a drunken one-night stand between a farmhouse and a Quonset hut.

You pulled Sabrina over. You warned her off. You made yourself part of the crime. Now you can make it right for yourself and your family . . . but not by breaking into my house and pointing a gun at me. The way to redeem yourself, and spare your family a lot of pain and shame, is by helping me put those deputies behind bars.

Of course he did, she thought, because that might reduce the heat from the media, and the public, over the deaths at the house, the car chase, and the shooting at the supermarket before any outrage over the violent outcome came to a boil.

The difference between a house and a home is like the difference between a man and a woman-- it might be embarrassing to explain, but it would be very unusual to get them confused.

The word "haunted", I'm sure you know, usually applies to a house, graveyard, or supermarket that has ghosts living in it, but the word can also be used to describe people who have seen and heard such horrible things that they feel as if ghosts are inside them, haunting their brains and hearts with misery and despair.

It is unfortunate, of course, that this quiet happy moment was the last one the children would have for quite some time, but there is nothing anyone can do about it now. Just when the Baudelaires were beginning to think about lunch, they heard a car pull up in front of the house and toot its horn. To the children it signaled the arrival of Stephano. To us it should signal the beginning of more misery.

A shnorrer came to the back door on his biweekly rounds. "I haven't a penny in the house," the baleboste said apologetically. "Come back tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" said the shnorrer with a frown. "Lady, don't let it happen again. I've lost a fortune, extending credit.

FEMA had a "Waffle House index" with which it determined how damaged a community was after a hurricane or tornado passed through it. The sooner the local Waffle House opens after a natural disaster, the quicker a local community would recover.

If you can think of life, for a moment, as a large house with a nursery, living and dining rooms, bedrooms, study, and so forth, all unfamiliar and bright, the chapters which follow are, in a way, like looking through the windows of this house. Certain occupants will be glimpsed only briefly. Visitors come and go. At some windows you may wish to stay longer, but alas. As with any house, all within cannot be seen.

Her own mother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house.

I certainly must,' said she. 'This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of everything's being dull and insipid about the house! I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not.

And Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.

Qué agradable es pasar así una velada! Declaro que no hay placer como la lectura. ¡Cuánto más pronto cansa cualquier otra cosa que un libro! Cuando tenga casa propia me creeré desgraciada si no poseo una excelente biblioteca.

Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.

A house was never taken good care of, Mr Shepherd observed, without a lady:

How many an evening one could spend in this manner! I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading, when I am grown and have a house of my own I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.

before them an indifferent house, standing low, and hemmed in by the barns and buildings of a farm-yard.

Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it, that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.

Joy had never before been to a university party where there were no drinks, and her immediate reaction was that she just couldn't find it, that there was a bar somewhere in the house where a nice young man in a white jacket was pouring out Bloody Marys, but that no one would tell her where it was.

She always said, 'When I'm home, I've got to get things done, even if there are visitors. Elizabeth knows how to relax in her own house.' And then she would shake her head, as if Elizabeth had remarkable powers.

If I let her in I'm doomed. It's like inviting a vampire into your house. Once you've invite them in, that's it, you're good as dead!

Do you have someone watching her house?" (Stephanie) "That kind of surveillance only happens in the movies. We're so underbudgeted we're one step away from holding bake sales to pay for toilet paper. (Morelli)

haunches, looking dejected. "Where's the other monkey?" I asked him. Carl looked up. The monkey was in a tree. "What's he doing there?" Carl shrugged. "This was a stupid idea," I said to Diesel. "Yeah, but at least you walked off your sausage-and-egg sandwich. It would have gone straight to your ass." "I'm going back to Gail's house, and then

Welcome to Château du Roi," Carter said. Of course the house had a name, Kate thought, and one about as subtle as the three cars out front. Castle of the King. She decided to name her apartment something classy when she got back to L.A. Her place overlooked a gas station, so maybe Château du Chevronview.