Quotes About House

When I was a little kid, I wrote this play about all these characters living in a haunted house. There was a witch who lived there, and a mummy. When they were all hassling him, this guy who bought the house - I can't believe I remember this - he said to them, 'Who's paying the mortgage on this haunted house?' I thought that was really funny.

Everyone knows that if you paint a human being entirely with house paint he will live, as long as you don't paint the bottom of his feet. It takes only a little thing like this to kill a person.

This is Miss Suzy's house", said the captain, drawing his sword. "Will you go peaceably, or must we fight?

In 1799, he moved to a relatively small house in the expensive and fashionable London neighborhood of Mayfair, where, in the words of an article written shortly after his death, he "established himself as a refined voluptuary.

This was my language. The house was talking to me. It was telling me about my own mistakes: they don't go away. The trash goes out, but it seeps back in tiny increments, like the backflow of blood, the rush that causes a heart murmur.

Language is a house with a host of doors, and I am too often uninvited and without the keys.

We had two rules growing up in my house: If you're going to take a shower, do it with whomever you're dating so you don't waste water and if you buy one for yourself, buy six, because everybody's going to want one.

The building of a suitable house for God stretched men's imaginations and abilities to the utmost. First came the idea, the inspiration, which hardened into purpose, which sought and found the means to bring the great achievement into being.

Spread love everywhere you go First of all in your own house...let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.

These days instead of telling the police that robbers are robbing your house....just tell them that criminals are dragging out bags of money. My friend the police will be there in less than 2 minutes.

An idol-house of six dimensions is this world; for this Somnath, has all by it, been created.* It is not in its way, for it to go on repeating… I'm not you, you are not I; this, I'm repeating!

Love is the foundation of the house that I am building.

Wounds are said to emit light under certain conditions - touch them and the brightness will stay on the hands - and as candles burn Rohan thinks of each flame as an injury somewhere in his house.

He would drift through the house in search of the coolest spot to read through the long summer afternoons that had a touch of eternity to them, altering the arrangement of his limbs as much for comfort as for the fear that his undisturbed shadow would leave a stain on the wall.

She filled her house with blacks, and white parsons who went around preaching Jesus was a revolutionary, and then when the police walked in she was surprised.

Bluebell," she said, remembering from Erotique. "Pretty name." "I call Dmitri Dark Overlord." "Shae," Dmitri said and the female vampire rose at once to walk quickly into the house. "Now, pretty Bluebell"—another languid stroke across her skin—"tell the Overlord what you discovered.

I rode toward Rudolfo Maldonado's house, planning to murder him before he got his morning shave.

A shadow? Oh, darling, all that lives in this house are shadows and reflections and creaks and groans. So you'd better soothe that boundless imagination of yours from now on." Edith

The fly that should be dead and the dog that should be dead in the house that should be dead, and the bride, who would be dead soon. It watched approvingly, appreciating the complexities—and fragilities—of life.

The family had computers all over the house.

Twas the night before Halloween, and all through the house, all the creatures were stirring, except for the mouse. The monsters had gathered to plan and prepare, for the trick-or-treaters who soon would be there.

Nod house turned into shout house. In the shout house memory said shut up. It said silence, misery said amen, the mule's head meant my stubborn lungs. . . I stood imagining I fell back dreaming, stuck tongue stuck in my jaw broke my jaw

Time travel is dangerous, cosmic disaster dangerous. Using it for anything less than the aversion of a cosmic disaster equates to using a fusion drive to travel from one side of your house to the other. You'll certainly arrive, but there probably won't be anything left of your house when you do.

The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.