We're [parents]) always bluffing, pretending we know best, when most of the time we're just praying we won't screw up too badly.
Live to fight another day was an expression that did not take nto account the loved one who would die because you didn't continue fighting today.
I figured in the modern world, considering, Jesus himself would have likely been born in a frat house.
He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.
Xander could sense more than David's smile. He wished he could be more like that, easygoing. But then, David hadn't seen what Xander had seen.
Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord builds the city, the guard keeps watch in vain.
...there was something in the texture of the weave that felt happy: the echo of a memory so far down in his soul it was all emotion, a burst of colour and warmth, adrift from time and place.
The foraging for food and water, the struggle for life in a world without masters, housed in a body that man had made dependent on himself.
Each year the world Rich lived in felt more and more like a huge electronic haunted house in which digital ghosts and frightened human beings lived in uneasy coexistence.
Everyday she loses a bit more of herself , every day another nail in her coffin house payments medical bills and middle aged isolation
Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?
Eve: "Where's Mister Scary?" Roarke: "Summerset has the night off." Eve: "You mean the house is Summerset-free? Damn shame we have to waste it with work.
Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones.
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.
