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It is warm within the mansions of Hel.
Houses are like people - some you like and some you don't like - and once in a while there is one you love.
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.
The huge house looked as if some architectural master had put it together before handing it over to the spoilt son of some rich benefactor who had decided to have his way with it.
Means. And her small, chic penthouse apartment
For a man's house is his castle.
The ruins of time build mansions in eternity.
There is no house until it's built.
Every house has a heart, the echoes of its owner's presence, and simple magic that turns a building into a home.
An acre in Middlesex is better than a principality in Utopia.
Our industry is full of all sorts of eccentricities and one of them is owning property.
At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.
Gift of the Real Estate Gods.
There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.
The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!
A few months ago, I had the pleasure of actually visiting the Playboy Mansion. I saw the peacocks, fed grapes to the monkeys, and even braved the fabled Grotto. After seeing the estate, I understood why anyone would be reluctant to leave.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
The House shewes the owner.
Cottage is the palace of humble man!
plus a porch that runs along three sides of the house. I told Ma once the Howards had a room just for company, a room just for books, and a room just for plants, and she said that was three rooms too many. First time I ever saw any envy in my ma. David
Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.
I have a nice house. And when somebody says it's a palace, I always feel like we're digging a little or something.
There are Mafia families that have bought magnificent houses on the North Shore, although not yet the great estates because they don't want that kind of high profile.
Some of the highest vibratory places one can visit have become very expensive. They are the domains of the rich. The rich figured out a long time ago that certain neighborhoods have more power.
The Governor's Mansion is a beautiful home, a beautiful building - we're privileged to have a chance to live there. It certainly doesn't feel as comfortable as our home.
In large Victorian houses with many rooms and heavy doors, the occupants could be mysterious and exciting to one another in a way that those who live in rackety developments can never hope to be. Not even the lust of a Lord Byron could survive the fact of Levittown.
One may make their house a palace of sham, or they can make it a home, a refuge.
There is no place more lonely
Than a rich man's home.
Houses, housetops, like human beings have wonderful character. The lives of housetops. The wear of the seasons. The country is beautiful, young, growing things. The majesty of trees. The backs of tenement houses are living documents.
The mansion should not be graced by its master, the master should grace the mansion.
It's only a house when it's filled with people you love.
The wealthy ... live in marble mausoleums surrounded by the suspicions and neuroses that have replaced the medieval moats which once isolated so-called aristocrats from reality.
Houses, like people, have personalities, and, like the personalities of people, they are partly molded by all that has happened to them.
The table groans under the heavy and blood-bought luxuries gathered with painstaking care, at home and abroad. Fields, forests, rivers and seas, are made tributary here. Immense wealth, and its lavish expenditure, fill the great house with all that can please the eye, or tempt the taste.
Three thousand dream houses for three thousand families with presumably identical dreams.
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.
Build castles in the air.
Oh, mansion shmansion. Did Gandhi's house have the largest outdoor trampoline in the tristate area? Did Jesus have a two-acre remote-controlled car track, with mountains to scale and a little village that lit up at night?
Not in his Bible.
The only real estate I will ever truly own is the space inside my head and heart. And what I build there is up to me.
I tell you, it is easier to build a grand opera or a city center than to build a personal house.
The cabin on the lake is nothing compared to my mansion in eternity!
Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all the poor scholars and make them beam with smiles
The Baron was one of Westphalia's most potent aristocrats, since his mansion boasted both a door and windows.
Behold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.
As every real estate agent knows, a poor house in good surroundings will sell for a higher price than a better house in poor surroundings, and in a town they confidently ask 25 percent more rent for a flat with a view of a park that for an identical flat with no view.
Prop. II. There are many mansions in the house of God. By many mansions is meant many seats or places of abode.
What kind of city are we living in, if we encourage the development or ownership of large, expensive properties for investment and land banking ... while people are sleeping on the streets?
Houses are like the human beings that inhabit them.
In a real estate man's eye, the most expensive part of the city is where he has a house to sell
The home should be the treasure chest of living.
I built the ideal house down in the Caribbean. All Englishmen dream of leaving the rain of England and getting a place in the sun - out in the grounds with separate guest houses; that is the ideal scenario.
git at times. The manor was surrounded by tall
Where others only see bricks,
train your eyes to see a palace.
When I was 2, we moved into an imposing country mansion 8 miles west of Cardiff, Wales.
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.
Martha Stewart has two houses in East Hampton. She has an old fashioned Victorian house and a very new modern house.
Don't sit and wish for some ideal; the grass is not always greener with the big house and cars and artwork.
We admire the castles, because we admire the security!
No house is ugly with a good view!
Notice those gorgeous homes that represent happiness, glory and domination; they are naught but caverns of misery and distress.
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.
The ordinary build houses when they have bricks; the extraordinary build mansions when they have pebbles.
He lived in a mansion, but in a shrunken world.
Unlocking the treasuries of real home love and mutual helpfulness, which the poorest may possess, and the richest cannot buy.
Big houses are not build by big or powerful men but rather by ambitious and determined men. Their achievements make them big/powerful men
Mausoleum, n: the final and funniest folly of the rich.
I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.
I've discovered a new video game called owning my home.
The large and rapid fortunes by which vulgar and ignorant people become possessed of splendid houses, splendidly furnished, do not of course, give them the feelings and manners of gentle folks.
The most beautiful house in the world is the one that you build for yourself.
I looked around, and I saw cottages everywhere. I thought it was time they lived in apartments.
The house is a machine for living in.
We must devastate the avenues where the wealthy live
I've often wish'd that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year; A handsome house to lodge a friend; A river at my garden's end; A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land set out to plant a wood.
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.
Owning a home is a keystone of wealth - both financial affluence and emotional security.
I want a house that has got over all its troubles; I don't want to spend the rest of my life bringing up a young and inexperienced house.
But Tudor mansions on manicured grounds didn't look right with their grand front doors wide open to the night. It was like a debutante flashing her bra thanks to a wardrobe malfunction.
You know everyone loves a palace.
I had almost three acres of land in Beverly Hills. And I had a big atrium of chickens because I love that feeling of being in the country and living from the soil.
There are others who are rich only in wishes; they build beautiful air-castles and conceive that doing so is enough for happiness.
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.
I would like to get a house in Tuscany: aside from New York, cities do not appeal to me anymore.
Can it be the old devil's house? I've heard he has a house in North London.
I rent a small brick bungalow within a loop of other small brick bungalows, all of which squat on a massive bluff overlooking the former stockyards of Kansas City. Kansas City, Missouri, not Kansas City, Kansas. There's a difference.
Modern life demands, and is waiting for, a new kind of plan, both for the house and the city.
The extent and condition of our property, and our choice of style in dwelling, create a powerful emblem of our identity and status.
It was the sort of house that glows with substance and savoir vivre in those advertisements for the best Scotch. It had wonderful bones.
I would not change my blest estate for all the world calls good or great.
A house is built of logs and stone, of tiles and posts and piers; a home is built of loving deeds that stand a thousand years.
This house is a prison, a suburban Alcatraz.
Build your castle of dreams but don't live in it.
Houses, I have come to believe, like love, like nature herself, should not reassure, should not attempt to soothe, or give comfort, but should, rather, excite.
The slums of paradise are better than the mansions of Earth.
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.
The house shows the owner.
I try to create homes, not houses.
The churchyard. Walled in by houses and overrun with weeds, choked up with too much buying.
It was a mansion of ghosts and monsters, with ghouls in the shadows and demons scuttling behind the wainscotting.
I used to have a lovely Chelsea loft - then I got divorced.