Thou shalt not covet thy
neighbour's house, thou shalt not
covet thy neighbour's wife, nor
his manservant, nor his maid-
servant, nor his ox, nor his ass,
nor any thing that is thy neigh-
Many waters cannot quench
love, neither can the floods drown
it: if a man would give all the
substance of his house for love,
it would utterly be contemned.
A woman's place is in the house - the House of Representatives.
I prefer the wordhomemakerbecausehousewifealways implies that there may be a wife someplace else.
Home, Sweet Homemust surely have been written by a bachelor.
Claire stretched out against the wall and kissed it.Glad to see you, too,she whispered, and pressed her cheek against the smooth surface. It almost felt like it hugged her back.Dude, it's a house,Shane said from behind her.Hug somebody who cares.
Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.
We are willing to spend the least amount of money to keep a kid at home, more to put him in a foster home, and the most to institutionalize him.
He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.
The stately homes of England!
How beautiful they stand.
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
If I had a message to give my dad, it'd probably be,Thank you, thank you, thank you.He's helped me so much on this crazy journey. Giving up his job, being away from my mom, and being away from home for that much just because of me? It's a lot. And I thank him for it.
Every time I get an opponent - I mean, every time I get a chance - I'm home.
The most beautiful house in the world is the one that you build for yourself.
Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?
Family! ... the home of all social evil, a charitable institution for comfortable women, an anchorage for house-fathers, and a hell for children.
Morality aside, there are other factors deterringstrategic defaults,whether in recourse or nonrecourse states. These include the economic and emotional costs of giving up one's home and moving, the perceived social stigma of defaulting, and a serious hit to a borrower's credit rating.
Any one who has been to an English public school will always feel comparatively at home in prison. It is the people brought up in the gay intimacy of the slums, Paul learned, who find prison so soul-destroying.
Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.