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Under the one word "house" are included the schoolhouse, the almshouse, the jail, the tavern, the dwellinghouse; and the meanest shed or cave in which men live contains elements of all these. But nowhere on the earth stands the entire and perfect house.
When friends enter a home, they sense its personality and character, the family's style of living - these elements make a house come alive with a sense of identity, a sense of energy, enthusiasm, and warmth , declaring: "This is how we are; this is how we live."
It takes a heap of living to make a house a home
A house is a machine for living in. Baths, sun, hot-water, cold-water, warmth at will, conservation of food, hygiene, beauty in the sense of good proportion. An armchair is a machine for sitting in and so on. Our
A house should be a synthesis of comfort, practicality, and tradition.
This was the dream: to have a house of your own, to fill it with furniture and paint the shutters whatever color you chose. But a fine-looking house could conceal so many horrors. It seemed they spent half their lives just trying to hold it together.
A house is very much like a portrait. I cannot disconnect houses from people. The thought of arrangement, the curves and straight lines. It gives an indication of the character at the heart of it.
If nothing else, a house is a place to keep books in.
When I was at my height on TV, I was always busy - rehearsing, practising my impressions, learning new material. When that faded, I had to find another way to be creative. Houses were something to do instead. They saved me.
I hate to sound esoteric, but there is something about a house that leads you to that one chair, that one corner, where you just sit and feel comfortable.
A house is no home unless it contain food and fire for the mind as well as for the body.
Home's where you go when you run out of homes.
That have never known inhabitants, or homes that have known owners and seen them ejected, the house standing triumphantly voided, humanless.
Houses are cellular walls; they keep our problems from bleeding into everyone else's.
Consider your house from an aesthetic point of view.
I'm just fascinated by houses. In another life, I'd have probably trained as an architect. If I had enough money, I'd collect them like other people collect teapots. I don't know why I love them so much. I'm just very interested in the idea of a house as a metaphor for the way one lives.
You'd think a house would last forever, but the truth is a strong wind or a wrecking ball can devastate it. The family inside is not so different.
I have a great house.
The home should be the treasure chest of living.
All of us need to be constantly reminded it takes a heap of living and loving to make a house a home.
Some women marry houses.
A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
Houses! I hate houses. I like public places. Houses break your heart.
I always wanted that house where everybody wants to go, full of energy, dogs, music, fun.
Houses, like faces, hide all kinds of memories.
A house isn't really understandable until it settles into the site: until it's built, furnished and lived in for four or five years. The reality is not on paper but in how a building sits on the land - how it relates to trees, to slopes, to water, to gardens.
I remember thinking how often we look, but never see ... we listen, but never hear ... we exist, but never feel. We take our relationships for granted. A house is only a place. It has no life of its own. It needs human voices, activity and laughter to come alive.
our family's house.
For me a house or an apartment becomes a home when you add one set of four legs, a happy tail, and that indescribable measure of love that we call a dog.
What is more agreeable than one's home?
Someone has to make clear to us that homes are not meant to be lived in - but only to be moved out from.
The houses looked like something a child might draw, a row of shaky squares with triangles on top. Add a door, add two windows. Think of putting a tree in the front yard, and then decide against it because branches aren't worth the trouble.
The house protects the dreamer; the houses that are important to us are the ones that allow us to dream in peace. Guests we've had stop in for a night or two all come down the first morning, ready to tell their dreams.
There are certain people who seem doomed to buy certain houses. The house expects them. It waits for them.
Your home should tell the story of who you are, and be a collection of what you love brought together under one roof.
My house is a place I have spent many years improving to the point where I have no desire to leave it.
A house you came to love was like a person, and loved you back, and then you belonged to it forever.
A home is not a mere transient shelter: its essence lies in the personalities of the people who live in it.
We can finish a house, but never a home. Once you fall in love with a house, you find continual pleasures in fixing it up and making innovations that satisfy your creature's comforts.
A house from which nobody ever went away without feeling better in some way. A house in which there was always laughter.
I own a lot of my house, because I'm Irish and from people who never owned anything.
A house is not a machine! It's something else for living - but not a machine.
It takes sometime and a lot of looking around but you eventually find that your home is alot more just the house you live in.
Some People Like a House with A Fire Place, Others want a House they can set on Fire!
Your house is your larger body.
My house is me and I am it. My house is where I like to be and it looks like all my dreams.
Housing without people, and people without housing.
My family and I live in a wing of a Georgian mansion in East Sussex, which was built in the 1780s and fell into disrepair. It was rescued in the Seventies and carved into six terrace houses.
A house, having been willfully purchased and furnished, tells us more than a body, and its description is a foremost resource of the art of fiction.
There is something permanent, and something extremely profound, in owning a home.
I've always been charmed by houses, and descriptions of them are prominent in my novels. So prominent, in fact, that my editor once pointed out to me that all of my early novels had houses on the covers.
Emile was not like you, not attached to houses. For you, houses are like people, are they not, they have a soul, a heart, they live and breathe. Houses remember.
A home is one of the most important assets that most people will ever buy. Homes are also where memories are made and you want to work with someone you can trust.
It is no use describing a house; the reader will fix the scene in some spot he knows himself.
We can make our houses homes and our homes heavens.
The house is a place where things can go wrong.
Our homes should be places of peace. They should be shelters for us in the midst of troubles in the world.
What a house - nothin' but rooms!
Am you building up your house, or are you tearing it down? Your 'house' is the sphere of relationships that God has placed you in.
I had discovered that the plainest house can crown a fantasy or daydream. An open window can be tolerated. So can an open door. But I discovered the value of four walls and a roof. Something about containment that at the same time offers escape.
Sometimes a house has two histories. One that's less well known. One that people have an interest in keeping less well known.
A home should be an intimate autobiography of the things that you like. One of the things I'm so keen on expressing is that, if you don't do it for yourself, if you're always seeking affirmation from outside, you'll never have a home. It'll just be a house.
A house of which one knew every room wasn't worth living in.
You wouldn't maintain a house like that' you'd feet it and water it. You'd have to give it nourishment and love it to keep it alive and healthy.
One may make their house a palace of sham, or they can make it a home, a refuge.
Places ain't home. People is. Bricks and chairs is nothing.
Houses aren't refuges from history. They are where history ends up.
A house is your third skin, after the skin made of flesh and clothing.
You can live in a house, but your real home is inside you.
A house doesn't make a home. When the place has got history, family, emotions, worries, joys worked into the wood, that's when it gets a solid threshold.
A building is a home if the people who inhabit it have memories and love and a place in the world. Otherwise, it is just a building, a shelter against the elements, and it can never be anything more.
Homes are built on the foundation of wisdom
and understanding.
We were tired of living in a house.
People make one happy, not houses.
With all the challenges in the housing market, it's clear we need a new vision for the way we design our homes, our communities-and even our lives.
Family makes a house a home.
Your home should be a reflection of how you want to live right now, and for the next phase of your life.
I think houses live their own lives along a time-stream that's different from the ones upon which their owners float, one that's slower. In a house, especially an old one, the past is closer.
A home in the country is what a city man hopes to buy and a farmer hopes to sell.
Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended.
I've noticed that houses take on the personality of the people who live in them. I'm not sure how it happens, but they become alive in some way, as if they have their own spirit.
What is the goal? A house that is like the life that goes with it, a house that gives us beauty as we understand it- and beauty of a nobler kind that we may grow to understand.
The house itself is of minor importance. Its relation to the community is the thing that really counts.
I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a ... well, as a place, a building ... a house ... of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can ... well, nest.
Houses are like lots of Rooms stuck together, TV persons stay in them mostly but sometimes they go in their outsides and weather happens to them.
You don't really fall in love with a house. You fall in love with the life you could have in it.
Unlocking the treasuries of real home love and mutual helpfulness, which the poorest may possess, and the richest cannot buy.
A house is not a home until it has a dog.
Home wasn't built in a day
A heap of bricks is not yet a house.
An old friend is a new house.
Houses without personality are a series of walled enclosures with furniture standing around in them. Other houses are filled with things of little intrinsic value, even with much that is shabby and yet they have that inviting atmosphere ...
Money isn't the only measure of making a house a home.
I do feel that houses have faces - and feelings too.
Let's say, 100 years ago, I'm not sure how many people had to empty out their relatives' homes; they just stayed in the same house, because they lived there. Nowadays, almost everyone, at least once in their life, somehow, has to deal with this experience.
Three thousand dream houses for three thousand families with presumably identical dreams.
House-watching is an art. You have to develop a way of seeing how a building sits in its landscape or streetscape. You have to discover how much room it takes up in the world, how much of the world it displaces.
What we call real estate - the solid ground to build a house on - is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.
We labor to make a house a home, then every time we're expecting visitors, we rush to turn it back into a house.
You feel that a door will open and you will be summoned, and horrid things will happen to you before they let you go. You can not mark these houses with any homely flavor of living. When they are emptied after occupancy, they have the look of places where the blood has recently been washed away.