To all my librarian friends, champions of books, true magicians in the House of Life. Without you, this writer would be lost in the Dust.
Another husband, another new house, another new country, but I never belong anywhere and I never own anything in my own right.
She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.
I know from experience that females need a certain amount of chocolate. We have two of them in the house. I don't want them growing restless.
Ours was the age of enlightenment, he said, when the battle cry was, ‘We must know, we shall know!’, and reason would depose superstition and we be liberated by it.
If people are living the same as always, with their bellies full of food, they'll just go on the same way. If they get hungry and unhappy enough, something happens.
For in marriage a little licence, a little independence there must be between people living together day in day out in the same house; which Richard gave her, and she him.
The conviction that everyone in this house must be dead had gained such a hold on Magnus that it was a shock when the woman who had summoned him here opened the door.
Strange how we decorate pain. These ribbons, for instance, and the small hard teardrops of blood. Who are they for? Do we think the dead care?
Depression was like wearing tinted glasses and looking through them changed one's perception dramatically. A fancy new house could be construed as a bunch of boards nailed together.
...Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night.
Why are my sons followed thus by darkness?' ...'Because they were born in the house of flesh, therefore death follows at their heels.
Do not economize on the hymeneal rites; do not prune them of their splendor, nor split farthings on the day when you are radiant. A wedding is not house-keeping.
Change was not something you waited for, quietly, mutely, in a house by the ocean, nothing would ever change unless we forced it into shape.
It was an awkward moment. We were burning down our host's house, a situation which any guest seeks to avoid.
All unbelievers in Jesus Christ is a House Divided Against Itself; it cannot stand against Jesus Christ.
People come in my house and say, “I like this.” I say, “Do you want it?” Isn’t that the Christian thing to do?
And Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.
If God closes a door AND a window, consider the fact that it might be time to build a whole new house.
Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.
If you can be quiet, you’re more than welcome to stay in my House of Silence. Bring your own bubblegum ice cream.
