Quotes About House

You furnish your mind with readings in somewhat the same way you furnish a house with books.

There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't.

Alas, Measured Perfectly Saturday, August 25, 1888. 5:20 P.M. is the name of a photograph of two old women in a front yard, beside a white house. One of the women is sitting in a chair with a dog in her lap. The other woman is looking at some flowers. Perhaps the women are happy, but then it is Saturday, August 25, 1888. 5:21 P.M., and all over.

Jack had some kind of idea that it was all wrong for a car to have a house.

In Natchez, you only use the word home if it's antebellum," said Doug. "If your house was built after the Civil War, it's trashy to call it a home.

In the heavy air of a morning that foretells a blazing afternoon, these absurdist dreams hover, like the musk of an animal that passed the house before dawn. Lethargy, she thinks.

La casa del escritor en Croisset fue derribada poco después de su muerte y reemplazada por una fábrica para la extracción de alcohol del trigo malogrado. No sería tampoco muy difícil librarse de su estatua: si un alcalde amante de las estatuas puede levantarla, otro –quizás un acérrimo defensor de la línea del partido, alguien que ha leído por encima lo que Sartre dice de Flaubert– podría retirarla celosamente.

All the shiny surfaces reflected the other shiny surfaces, as though the house was in love with itself and couldn't stop winking and preening.

It was something about all the stupid stuff Torian wouldn't have to do anymore—like put up with asshole tourists who peed on your house at Mardi Gras.

It was a house halfway between this and that, between upper-middle-class luxuries and absentminded squalor. My father had been too distracted, while he was alive

I need a bath." He chuckled. "You smell of smoke, as do I." The duke turned, leaning heavily on his cane. "Jameson, open the carriage door. We shall return to the house." Beth smiled up at Christian. "Shall we adjourn to the house to get some ointment for your hands and a bath, my love?" His eyes lit. "A bath?" Grandfather snorted. "Someone send to London for a special license! Now.

Mother was just as glad to have me out of the house and harm's way. She did give me some advice. You can always tell a cult from a religion, she said, because a cult is just a set of rules that lets certain men get laid.

Yes, it is. I'm leaving the marriage, I'm not leaving you. As long as you're in the house, I'll take care of the house." "Fuck off," said Sylvia.

There was no part of this house that felt inviting. Paul's cold, calculating hand could be seen behind every choice. The concrete on the entryway floor was polished to a dark mirror straight out of Snow White. The spiral stairs looked like a robot's asshole. The endless white walls made Lydia feel like she was trapped inside a straightjacket. The sooner she was out of here the better.

Fox Corner - that's what we should call the house. No one else has a house with that name and shouldn't that be the point?' 'Really?' Hugh said doubtfully. 'It's a little whimsical, isn't it? It sounds like a children's story. The House at Fox Corner .' 'A little whimsy never hurt anyone.' 'Strictly speaking, though,' Hugh said, 'can a house be a corner? Isn't it at one?' So this is marriage, Sylvie thought.

There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.

In a real estate man's eye, the most expensive part of the city is where he has a house to sell

I Pray Heaven to bestow the best of blessing on this house, and on ALL that shall hereafter inhabit it. May none but honest and wise men ever rule under this roof!

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.

You find out more about God from the Moral Law than from the univerise in general just as you find out more about a man by listening to his conversation than by looking at a house he has built.

It's dangerous, son.' 'What's dangerous?' 'When a man goes outside his house to look for peace.

God planteth in mortal men the cause of sin whensoever he wills utterly to destroy a house.

A house o' women is as dead as a house wi' no fire, to my thinkin'. I'm not a spider as likes to corner myself. I like a man about, if he's only something to snap at.

Yeah. You've seen The Sun today; I've got myself a big house, settled down. Apart from the odd night out with the New Fathers' Club, I'm a family man now.