Quotes About House

The 1994 elections that brought Newt Gingrich to power in the House decisively shaped the remaining years of Bill Clinton's presidency, pushing him further to the right and bringing out his latent tendency to govern every day as if an election were being held the next.

When you're working in crisis situations, people have a tendency - particularly the media - to stake out your house.

In our house, the name for all athletic shoes - any that weren't dress or 'church' shoes - was 'tennis shoes,' or 'tennies.'

I started playing street hockey, but there were tennis courts near my house, and it was my father who suggested I try. I don't really know why.

From the outside, Rick Rubin's house above Zuma Beach is a generic millionaire beach home. There's a rarely used tennis court and a circular drive.

For more than a quarter of a century on active duty, my house has been my tent, and my home the battlefield.

I am a cat person, although when I was a child we had a loony cat that was terrifying; if you hadn't fed it, it would chase you round the house.

As for 'Bigg Boss,' it's a risky territory, I don't know what would happen if I lose my temper or someone does in the house; or they try to get into personal space. It might sound crazy but I feel I am old fashioned and conventional that way.

I think the way to create a lot of terror in a haunted house film is to have a bunch of people who have no idea what's happening to them, and you sort of live the movie through their eyes.

The north of Islington,' Ning said. 'Some place called Nebraska House.' *

These Manes were present in the house through the images of the ancestors, or in the tutelary powers of the Lares. They mysteriously survived in order to help the living, provided that on their death they had received the justa, or ritual honours that were their due;

The blood on your house will work, but its power isn't proven until your faith and obedience overcome the challenges against it.

She thought about how marvelous is would be to have a wife keeping the house in order, the meals on the table. At the same time it seemed ridiculously unfair that she could never have a wife. In fact, if she married, she would be expected to be the wife.

And for their part, the Abruzzese had a popular saying: "It is better to have a dead man in your house than a Marchegiani at your door," because the men of Marche had been used as tax collectors by the Romans, and so were universally hated.

She was annoyed by her mother's lack of consideration for the rest of the family, not to mention her lack of foresight about the future. Elizabeth was unwilling to talk about alternatives to living alone in a gigantic old house that she might not be able to manage one day, the care of which would fall to Maggie and Jones.

My best friend—her name was Helena—lived in that house. Sometimes I used to spend the night with her. But more often she came to my house, on weekends. It was more fun to be in the country.

disoriented. It was our house. He had stood on a porch and taken the snapshot through a window. I recognized the fireplace and its graceful mantel. And the chandelier! We had dined each evening at seven, the family together, discussing our day—we could have

The Old of the community did not ever leave their special place, the House of the Old, where they were so well cared for and respected.

I heard a cry and awoke and found that I had dreamed, and looking out of my house into the street I found that a flash of lightning had killed a child. Then I knew that the gods still lived.

A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises." ~ J. M. Barrie

Then isn't this rather all a false funeral? Can't it help you to see that there is something wrong when all the dreams in this house-good or bad-had to depend on something that might never have happened if a man had not died? We always say at home: Accident was at the first and will be at the last a poor tree from which the fruits of life may bloom.

You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.

But this is the kind of thing that fiction is: it's the unlivable life, the strange room tacked onto the house, the extra moon that is circling the earth unbeknownst to science.

For three days, Shandy Gamble had been lying on his back in the Perigord House awaiting the stranger in the black mustache. Nichols, his name was, and if they were ever going to start cattle buying they had better be moving. The season was already late.