Quotes About Residence

Only where there is life can there be home.

housed everything from livestock to the buttery, so that the entire castle was completely

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Whatever your current residence or nationality, to optimize your wealth you should primarily reside in a country other than that from which you hold your first passport, while keeping the bulk of your money in yet a third jurisdiction, preferably a tax haven.

Early in 1583 Elizabeth granted Ralegh the use of Durham House, a "noble palace" on the Thames, formerly the London residence of the bishops of Durham.

The question of religion was a matter for each individual's conscience, and in a great many cases was the outcome of birth or residence in a certain geographical area.

If there is any human tragedy, there is only one, and it occurs when we forget who we are and remain silent while a stranger takes up residence inside our skin.

The earth is not our temporary residence while we wait to escape to heaven, but the place where God created us to live and the place we will share for eternity with all of God's creatures.

He's asked Master Zitwitz to leave the duke and travel with him as household controller to the Ambassador's residence in Turkey.' Philippa Somerville blew her nose sharply. 'On the strength of his sweet cherry sauce?' 'On the strength, I think, of that handy right uppercut,' said Jerott.

Let us be businesslike, madame. Now, then, you and your husband reside — where?" "Polgarwith, a small market town in Cornwall.

A study of a cohort of 4,800 African Americans born between 1952 and 1982 shows that, as they grew into adults, 69 percent of the cohort remain in the same county, 82 percent remain in the same state, and 90 percent remain in the same region. The figures for the previous generation were 50 percent, 65 percent, and 74 percent.

I was born in Philadelphia and currently live in Minneapolis. I write for both children and adults.

I should be in an old people's home now, counting the roses in the wallpaper. It's a good life, isn't it?

I'm not sure, exactly, why someone would want to move to S.F. or N.Y.C., even. I would only wanna live in L.A. or a tiny town like Provincetown or Palm Springs or Guerneville or something like that.

I was born in a neighborhood called the Third Ward.

And indeed, last week, the FBI executed a search warrant on my residence. This happened one day after my attorneys had left a message on the lead FBI investigator's voice mail confirming my continued readiness to answer questions and otherwise cooperate.

I'd rather live in Nebraska than Washington.

sprinted past him up the stairs, toward the royal family's wing of the palace.

Such decisions include changing one's residence, buying a house, quitting the current job, finding or choosing another job, taking six months off for a grand trip, getting engaged, addressing an important medical condition, choosing a school for their child, finding appropriate care or a nursing home for a parent, or retiring.

I have dual citizenship, it just so happens I live in America.

The term 'politics of prefiguration' has long been used to describe the idea that if you embody what you aspire to, you have already succeeded. That is to say, if your activism is already democratic, peaceful, creative, then in one small corner of the world these things have triumphed. Activism, in this model, is not only a toolbox to change things but a home in which to take up residence and live according to your beliefs, even if it's a temporary and local place...

because a relationship is a story you construct together and take up residence in, a story as sheltering as a house. You invent this story of how your destinies were made to entwine like porch vines, you adjust to a big view in this direction and no view in that, the doorway that you have to duck through and the window that is jammed, how who you think you are becomes a factor of who you think he is and who he thinks you are, a castle in the clouds made out of the moist air exhaled by dreamers.

When we'd gone to Disneyland, the tree house had been my favorite thing in the whole park. If only I'd had no parents watching my every move, if only I'd been a happy, carefree orphan, I'd have hidden under the player piano until everything closed, and then taken up residence there.

I don't actually live here, Reggie said. Who does live here then? Ms. MacDonald, except that she doesn't because she's dead. Everyone's dead. I'm not, Jackson said. You're not.