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Quotes About House

Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne
~ Rachel Caine
You know, sweetheart, the thing I most regret is that we never got to have that house by the lake that you and I talked about so often. It sounds like paradise, doesn't it? I can almost see it, you sitting on the porch in the moonlight, watching the lake at night. That image gives me peace. I hope you're not sharing it with anyone else but me.
~ Rachel Caine
The normality of the house terrified her: the gleaming surfaces, the tidiness, the homey touches, the sense that a person lived here who might walk in daylight on any street and pass for human in spite of the atrocities that he had committed.
~ Dean Koontz
He lived in this resplendent house with his fiancée, Paloma Pascal
~ Dean Koontz
She returns to her house and locks the thick oak door.
~ Dean Koontz
Now, as she turns away from the water, intending to go to the house to have a glass of wine
~ Dean Koontz
The scream that shatters through the house has motive force, pivoting Libby away from the window
~ Dean Koontz
This guy, and he alone, hunts close to the house for field mice and birds.
~ Dean Koontz
Built in the 1940s, her small house is a sturdy structure of stone.
~ Dean Koontz
The house is on a knoll, surrounded on four sides by a yard, on three sides
~ Dean Koontz
In the dream, I suddenly found myself in the night, floating above the house, then gliding over the woods
~ Dean Koontz
She disengages the top deadbolt, then the bottom one
~ Dean Koontz
Books were smarter than me and words inspired me. I still think that Diane Ackerman's poem challenged me to build a little house in the first place - to try something new, charge forward without a clear understanding of what would happen next, because: given something like death, what does it matter if one looks foolish now and then, or tries too hard, or cares too deeply?
~ Dee Williams
Yo os haría una pregunta, señor ¿por qué, entre todas ls ideas funestas que pasan por la cabeza de una religiosa desesperada, no está la de pegarle fuego a la casa?
~ Denis Diderot
You can't burgulate a forgotten, empty house," he said, horrified at my stupidity.
~ Denis Johnson
You can have mythic allusions in houses with flat roofs, and you can also play on the roof.
~ Unknown
There is no street with mute stones and no house without echoes. —Góngora
~ Dennis Lehane
My house shall be called a house of prayer for all nations." In other words, not only are we to pray, but our prayers are to be as wide in their outreach as the love and the mercy of God; the offer of the Gospel is for all.
~ Derek Prince
The ladies were confined to the house by a storm of snow and sleet.
~ Unknown
The dog would run a few steps toward the house, circle once or twice as though unable to decide what to do next, then run back into the wood, turn, and run again toward the house, all the while whining with agitation, tail low and wavering. Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, I said. Bloody Timmy's in the well!
~ Diana Gabaldon
The vivid memory of the woods had blossomed into a visceral longing for the Ridge, so immediate that I felt the ghost of my vanished house rise around me, a cold mountain wind thrumming past its walls, and thought that, if I reached down, I could feel Adso's soft gray fur under my fingers. I swallowed, hard.
~ Diana Gabaldon
Hell was full of clocks, he was sure of it. There was no torment, after all, that could not be exacerbated by a contemplation of time passing. The large case clock at the end of the corridor had a particularly penetrating tick-tock, audiable above and through all the noises of the house. It seemed to Lord John Grey to echo his own heartbeats, each one a step on the road towards death.
~ Diana Gabaldon
The dog would run a few steps toward the house, circle once or twice as though unable to decide what to do next, then run back into the wood, turn, and run again toward the house, all the while whining with agitation, tail low and wavering. "Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ," I said. "Bloody Timmy's in the well!" I
~ Diana Gabaldon
You know Mountgerald, the big house at the end of the High Street? There's a ghost there, a workman on the house who was killed as a sacrifice for the foundation. In the eighteenth century sometime; that's really fairly recent," he added thoughtfully.
~ Diana Gabaldon