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Moriston House is really quite beautiful. No wonder everyone wants to be murdered here.
--Roberta "Bobbie" Aldridge
For a man's house is his castle.
A cottage will hold as much happiness as would stock a palace.
A lot of people have it - that fantasy of being lord or lady of the manor, either in the present or at some time in history.
I looked around, and I saw cottages everywhere. I thought it was time they lived in apartments.
While the builders worked on the cottage, Hugh lived in what used to be the stable but was later converted into a guesthouse, the kind you'd have if you wanted to either discourage guests or contain them in one spot while slowly depressing them to death.
For a fair maid of England hath told me
That the crows are departed the Tower.
So I'll seek for my bailiwick elsewhere,
Sniffing out some new dungheap of power.
Go anywhere in England where there are natural, wholesome, contented, and really nice English people; and what do you always find? That the stables are the real centre of the household.
Fenwick, sitting down to
the village, since they forbade us to leave
Martha Stewart has two houses in East Hampton. She has an old fashioned Victorian house and a very new modern house.
It was a grand old house, the Ayemenem House, but aloof-looking. As though it had little to do with the people who lived in it. Like an old man with rheumy eyes watching children play, seeing only transience in their shrill elation and their whole-hearted commitment to life.
It was just a typical London flat, but it was in a great neighborhood. It was across from the Playboy Club, diagonally. From one balcony you could read the time from Big Ben, and from the other balcony you could watch the bunnies go up and down.
the spare bedroom?
The mansion should not be graced by its master, the master should grace the mansion.
Our house was a castle, turreted and open to the sky.
In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A
. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.
Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
Ha! for a divine and lordly manor, there is nothing like solid ground.
side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other,
Stern and white as a tomb, older than the memory of the dead, and built by men or devils beyond the recording of myth, is the mansion in which we dwell.
It's hard to live mansion style when you have a mobile home budget
Every house has a heart, the echoes of its owner's presence, and simple magic that turns a building into a home.
I don't think estates are grim places.
Newport, Rhode Island, that breeding place-that stud farm, so to speak-of aristocracy; aristocracy of the American type.
This is Chanceux Chateau. Home to the formidable Prince Severin and his extraordinary wife, Princess Elle, and all that they hold dear." The
I will come to you, my friend, when I no longer need you. Then you will find a palace, not an almshouse.
my father said, "when in dount, castle
The house shows the owner.
our cabin in the woods in Clare.
Moonseed Manor did not look like a place to live. Moonseed Manor looked like a place to die.
to live on Pierson Street, just two blocks north of
For whom is the Funhouse a house?
Kingsport or feel at home there. Before
I love this mansion, though it is too many windows
... to open halfway each morning
... to close halfway each night.
house at Otowi Bridge.
Salem houses present to you a serene and dignified front, gracious yet reserved, not thrusting forward their choicest treasures to the eyes of passing strangers; but behind the walls of the houses, enclosed from public view, lie cherished gardens, full of the beauty of life.
A seventeenth-century house can be recognized by its steep roof, massive central chimney and utter porchlessness. Some of those houses have a second-story overhang, emphasizing their medieval look.
of the palace to inform me that Lady Margaret
Somerset is where I call home, and where I feel most myself.
Beautiful homes with beautiful flowers
My family lives in that building now, along with Grandpa in the fourth-floor "penthouse" apartment, as he calls the converted space that was once an attic studio.
Our homes do not have to offer us permanent occupancy or store our clothes to merit the name. To speak of home in relation to a building is simply to recognise its harmony with our own prized internal song. Home can be an airport or a library, a garden or a motorway diner.
Marshalsea and all its blighted fruits. They went quietly down into the roaring streets, inseparable and blessed; and as they passed along in sunshine and shade, the noisy and the eager, and the arrogant and the froward and the vain, fretted
neighborhood, the place I left each
It was all a cottage is supposed to be, small and snug, with a front porch, pink climbing roses, and lots of trees for shade.
Simple Shepherd Mortuary
What inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar traveller comes?
Who is the landlord?
Where are the maids?
Behold, what curious rooms!
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No brimming tankards flow.
Who are these below?
What need have I for a palace? Rather to lie with you where the weeds grow thick.
The house of magic has many rooms.
The churchyard. Walled in by houses and overrun with weeds, choked up with too much buying.
Lord Emsworth belonged to the people-like-to-be-left-alone-to-amuse-themselves-when-they-come-to-a-place school of hosts
Houses are like people - some you like and some you don't like - and once in a while there is one you love.
The house is a machine for living in.
It's not a house, it's a home.
I live in a house that was built in 1480. It has a moat around it. It is like a little baby castle.
Its somewhat austere and even forbidding limestone exterior,
A house from which nobody ever went away without feeling better in some way. A house in which there was always laughter.
If a man happens to find himself, he has a mansion which he can inhabit with dignity all the days of his life.
Five houses?" Lothaire had sneered, cutting Trehan off. "You all live under one roof now. Mine. Because I'm the king of the castle." Then his red eyes had grown vacant, and he'd begun muttering about "Lizvetta's lingerie."
Trehan had been ... underwhelmed by the Enemy of Old's attention span.
Cherish your old apartments and pause for a moment when you pass them. Pay tribute, for they are the caretakers for your reinventions.
The palace is not safe when the cottage is not happy.
You're my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that's where I belong. Always. - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff
They said this flat was converted but I think its still heathen
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!
the middle of the guest room at the Blue Lake Historical
My flat in Ladbroke Grove, west London, is in the best building in the world. It's like a commune - everyone gets on - and on Friday evenings I often cook us all dinner.
Better than sweet tea on a veranda. I want to live at Belmont!
Well, first of all, I grew up in New York City, going to first a public school, then a private school, and when I got to the private school in Manhattan, I learned of what we called 'The Promised Land,' which are the Hamptons. I've always had an affinity for the Hamptons.
It was a mansion of ghosts and monsters, with ghouls in the shadows and demons scuttling behind the wainscotting.
Tottenham Court Road, and he left a tidy business
This estate is called a Phoenix. It's not a municipal venture, it's a social rebirth, a statement of a sincere belief that decent conditions make a decent community, and I'm
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
White villas glittered against the olive woods! What quiet harbours, thronged with gallant shipping bound for purple islands of wine and spice, islands set low in languorous waters!
All British castles and old country homes are supposed to be haunted. It's in the lease.
I live on this nice three acres in Hollywood.
Our house was like sleeping beauties palace after the enchanted spell is cast
To me this out-of-the way corner was always a wonderful and a mysterious place, where my castles in the air stood close together in radiant rows, and where the strangest and most splendid adventures befell me; for the hours I passed in it and the people I met in it were all enchanted.
(the villa) It's beautiful too, all hot pinks and reds, and rocks and sand and blinding blue and white.
the basement. Katz
The walls loom, grey as the rain outside. LIke the sky of England itself. Everything seems colourless and humbled, despite the layers of velvets and tapestries, the peacock plumage of courtiers and ladies. Greenwich Palace feels like my father's disappointment made tangible.
I would love this place to be my garden.
(on Arsenal's old stadium)
Like the rest of the house, it was beautifully appointed with shiny European wallpaper, lavender-scented soap and an oil painting over the toilet. Geoff
The countryside they
Cottages have them (falsehood and dissimulation) as well as courts, only with worse manners.
Upon moving to Cornwall in 1991, I became bewitched by its enchanting timeless beauty, which captured my heart and holds me still. Brooding and mysterious, the south-eastern edge of Bodmin Moor provided the wild backdrop against which the introduction to my magical training and love of nature began.
King Offa's dyke,
It's very kind of 'Wuthering Heights' where my parents' house is, moors and deserted. It's very wild and mystic.
They look outside the windows of their apartment in town and realize they're not living in a terrace anymore. This is a room full of dreamers who like to go to London for a day.
I'd love to own Newstead, partly because it belonged to Lord Byron, but also to try to uncover what dark secrets really lie beneath.
but upon the marriage of the young 'squire, it had received the improvement of a farm-house elevated into a cottage, for his residence,
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
What a house - nothin' but rooms!
Platonic England, house of solitudes,
rests in its laurels and its injured stone
How Opulent the building had felt after my own parents' bland box of suburbia - one day, I promise, I'm going to live in a house like this. Another promise I've broken; at least that one was only to myself.
If you're going to buy a castle, make sure you get on the property extension ladder.
There was a time in my life when I was going in and out of houses that were extraordinarily different - from a working-class terrace in Northampton to the homes of friends who were really very wealthy. It was quite an odd position to be in, I realise looking back, and quite a nice one.
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.