Quotes About Estate

Gold, silver, jewels, purple garments, houses built of marble, groomed estates, pious paintings, caparisoned steeds, and other things of this kind offer a mutable and superficial pleasure; books give delight to the very marrow of one's bones. They speak to us, consult with us, and join with us in a living and intense intimacy.

You kids might think you're close, but just wait until your father and I are gone, and you're left to divide up our property.

I stood and waited on the open second-floor landing, and tried to imagine what appalling series of bureaucratic errors had led to this estate being so well looked after. In most parts of London, they collect the dustbins from the middle-class streets and empty them into the council estates, before setting fire to a couple of Ford Cortinas on the pavement.

In 1828 the British historian Macaulay dubbed the press gallery in Parliament a 'fourth estate' of the realm. Today the news media appear to have become the first estate able to topple monarchs and turn Parliament into a talking shop which ceases to exist if journalists turn their backs.

Estate duties, as you are no doubt aware, are calculated on the prices ruling at the date of death. It is therefore sometimes quite important to expire at the right moment.

We are but little children weak nor born in any high estate, she could only shake like an aspen leaf with helpless laughter; Trivvie weak, and meek! She was as meek, and almost as helpless, as a full-grown Bengal tiger.

I was shown around Ronnie's house by his father, who told his son about meeting me. Ronnie called the estate agent, a friend of mine, and asked me out via her.

The estate grounds, like the surrounding farmland, were beautifully maintained, with deep mature hedges and old stone walls covered with climbing roses and soft, fluttery bursts pf purple wisteria. Jasmine and honeysuckle perfumed the air where the carriages came to a slow halt in front of the portico.

So soon? But I sup pose that is only to be expected. Lord Ramsay will want to see his estate." "Yes, Mrs. Hunt." Leo said. "I adore bucolic settings. One can never view too many sheep.

I'll be damned if I have to win her approval before making decisions about my estate." "Unlike either of us, she has a conscience. It won't hurt you at all to hear her opinion. Especially since she happens to be right." "You just said you agreed with my position!" "From a practical standpoint. Morally, Kathleen is right.

Sell the damned estate, Devon. You owe nothing to those people. Eversby Priory isn't your birthright." Devon sent him a sardonic glance. "Then how did I end up with it?" "By bloody accident!

It's easier to think of you as an adversary." Devon smiled faintly. "That puts us in an awkward situation, then, as I've decided against selling the estate." Kathleen was too astonished to reply. She couldn't believe it. Had she heard him correctly? "Eversby Priory's situation is so desperate," Devon continued, "that few men could conceivably make it worse. Of course, I'm probably one of them.

He became deeply sun-browned, and although the bronze hue of his skin clearly proclaimed him to be of the working classes, it enhanced the vivid blue-green of his eyes and made his teeth look even whiter than usual. Not surprisingly, McKenna began to attract the notice of female guests at the estate, one of whom even attempted to hire him away from Stony Cross Park.

Staring down into her mutinous face, he said ruefully, "Don't look like that. Good God, one would think we were conspiring to murder someone." "I have just the person in mind," she muttered. "You had better pray that nothing ever happens to him, because then I would become the earl. And I would wash my hands of the estate." "Would you really?" She seemed genuinely shocked. "Before you could blink.

Could you try to be a bit more artful in dealing with her? Perhaps use a smidgen of diplomacy? Because even though I happen to agree with your position, you're being a donkey's arse about it." Devon sent him a wrathful glance. "I'll be damned if I have to win her approval before making decisions about my estate." "Unlike either of us, she has a conscience.

Slavery is so vile and miserable an Estate of Man, and so directly opposite to the generous Temper and Courage of our Nation; that 'tis hardly to be conceived, that an Englishman, much less a Gentleman, should plead for't.

To understand political power aright, and derive from it its original, we must consider what estate all men are naturally in, and that is, a state of perfect freedom to order their actions, and dispose of their possessions and persons as they think fit, within the bounds of the law of Nature, without asking leave or depending upon the will of any other man.

A lawyer is a gentleman who rescues your estate from your enemies and keeps it for himself.

i'm sure i'm worth a lot more dead than alive

The Yellow House has never left the artist's estate. Since 1962, it has been held by the Vincent van Gogh Foundation, established by the artist's nephew, and is permanently housed in the Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.

Praise a large domain, cultivate a small estate.

Property is theft. Nobody "owns" anything. When you die, it all stays here.

But we need to quit taxing people upon death. No taxation without respiration.

Jude has a very different character. It is not the cradle of Christianity, or of the assembly on earth: it is its decay and its death here below. It does not keep its first estate.