Quotes About House

Sir, I am a republican; and I desire to see this House observe the principles of that democracy which is ever on the lips of its members, and which, I hope, is in their hearts, as I know and feel it is in mine, and mean it shall be in my conduct.

And now, dear sister, I must leave this house or the retreating army will make me a prisoner in it by filling up the road I am directed to take.

I played the guitar in ninth grade. My sister's friend went on a semester abroad, and she left the guitar at our house for nine months.

Our house was always full of friends and family and we would all sit down to enjoy my mum's Caribbean food, which was always a generous and shared experience.

I used to do puppet shows as a kid - me and my brother would do them - and then any poor soul who came into the house had to sit and watch our puppet shows.

My fiancee's average size, and my son's average size, so I don't want to alter my whole house, because the resale won't be very good unless we sell it to another little person.

Hockey on roller skates is like MMA in a bounce house: the elements are there, but the medium makes the whole thing ridiculous.

I do love Christmas, although my wife puts me to shame. She is a huge Christmas fan, so we do love us some Christmas in our house.

I love Sutton House in Clapton, a beautiful example of Tudor architecture.

Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.

I love being chubby because chicks that smoke pot love me. They think I have food at my house.

Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be, cause that brownstone house where my baby lives is Mecca.

I do have some weeks coming up in the summer where I will actually be in my house, and I love working on new music and all of that.

Love is a gracious host to his guests though to the unbidden his house is a mirage and a mockery.

I've fallen in love with Brooklyn. I'm going to buy a little house in Brooklyn and live there. I'll go to the coast only when I have to make a picture.

I love linen in soothing colors for any room in the house.

Linda told me all about the party. She's having boys! Meg stared. At a slumber party? You're making that up! Of course not at the slumber party, silly. Gracie giggled. She's having a boy-girl party first, and then some of us--her best friends--will stay for the slumber party. Wait'll you see her house! What's it like? Meg was trying to ignore the steady chorus of who-cares pounding through her brain.

This morning the sun was shining, so Barry and I mailed my letter to Mr. Henshaw and then walked over to see if there were still any butterflies in the grove. We only saw three or four, so I guess most of them have gone north for the summer. Then we walked down to the little park at Lovers Point and sat on a rock watching sailboats on the bay for a while. When clouds began to blow in we walked back to my house.

Emily was lucky in many ways. She was lucky in the house she lived in, a house with three balconies, a cupola, banisters just right for sliding down, and the second bathtub in Yamhill County.

The wind's on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill Twixt mead and hill, But kind and dear Is the old house here, And my heart is warm Midst winter's harm …

Shakespeare, it appears, was caught up in the affair because he had been a lodger in Mountjoy's house in Cripplegate in 1604 when the dispute arose.

I have a gigantic pain in my ass," I say. "Can you look and see if the Speaker of the House is up there?

New Rule: It's okay for the president to play ball in the house. It's easy to judge and say this scene detracts from the dignity of the White House--until you consider the end zone is between Clinton's semen stain and where Bush OD'd on a pretzel.

I don't know what everybody else was fantasizing about but what I was fantasizing about was a nine-to-five existence, a house on a tree-lined block with a white picket fence, pink roses in the backyard. [...] After a while you learn that privacy is something you can sell, but you can't buy it back.