Quotes About House

provided a fine home

Myra said, "Right, right. We had the best idea ever for a semi-serious novel, but we were not about to give it to our jackass publisher. We had to get out of his lousy contract so we could snag a better house, one that would appreciate the genius behind our great idea. That part of it worked. Two years later, the three awful books were still selling like crazy while the great novel flopped. Go figure.

were they killed in the house and their bodies dragged outside?

Ludwig was brought up in a house of music. There were seven grand pianos in his childhood home. The composers Brahms and Mahler were frequent visitors to the musical evenings, and young Pablo Casals played there.

Who wants peace? Santa asked. Ignatius got a sign up in front the house about peace. I mighta known, Santa said angrily. First that boy wants a king, now he wants peace. I'm telling you, Irene. For your own good. That boy's gotta be put away.

Imagine this:Ice is coming to YOUR house.Can you HEAR it knocking?Are you ready?What will YOU do?

My house is my refuge, an emotional piece of architecture, not a cold piece of convenience.

Environmental extremists ... wouldn't let you build a house unless it looked like a bird's nest.

What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman's excellence?

Several hours later, I heard my mother calling me to come into the house, and it never occurred to me that this was an experience that other children didn't have on a regular basis.

I have heard, as everybody else has, of a spirit's haunting a house ; but I have had my own personal experience of a house's haunting a spirit.

I did not mind the emptiness either. For a thousand years I had tried to fill the space between myself and my family. Filling the rooms of my house was easy by comparison.

the sea was hidden by the house's curve, but we could both hear it, the distant hiss of waves against sand.

I saw the picture of it in his eyes: the great captain walking to him across the fields of asphodel. He would kneel on smoky knees, and Odysseus would gesture him up. They would dwell side by side in the house of the dead. Side by side, where I could never go.

There is no desert in the memory I have of you And no enemies from now on for the rose That bursts forth from the ruins of your house!

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like a game of musical chairs, where the chairs are rooms in this house and the music is hatred and it's a game no one's enjoying, but none of us can stop playing.

In a recluse, the most irrevocable, lifelong rejection of the world often has as its basis an uncontrolled passion for the crowd, of such force that, finding when he does go out that he cannot win the admiration of a concierge, passers-by or even the coachman halted at the corner, he prefers to spend his life out of their sight, and gives up all activities which would make it necessary for him to leave the house.

The intellectual distinction of a house and its smartness are generally in inverse rather than direct ratio.

And my grandmother had bought them in preference to other books, just as she would have preferred to take a house that had a gothic dovecot, or some other such piece of antiquity as would have a pleasant effect on the mind, filling it with a nostalgic longing for impossible journeys through the realms of time.

JENKINS AND VIRGIL walked back up the valley to the Ruff house, and found Muddy inside, tootling on a black electric guitar, a complex

The house was larger than it looked from the outside, and elegant, and smelled lightly of cigar smoke. A side hallway led toward what must've been two or three bedrooms. A library featured pop fiction and a big octagonal poker table with a green baize surface; the living room was cluttered with couches and chairs and small tables. An oversized television hung from one wall.

And since I can tell you're not the sort to show any actual goddamned initiative on your own part, you fucking cognitive mudfart, I care that your shitty little house is insulting me and my house—both of my houses, since I am still of House fucking Lagos.

I had to be self-contained, a kind of casual turtle carrying his house on his back.