The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.
Even now, Dickon was upstairs, writing sonnets to his new love, while back at Seadown House, Marianne was writing 'Ella' on scraps of paper and then burning them.
Build a house?" exclaimed John. "For the Wendy," said Curly. "For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!" "That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants.
Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely; like a ghost town.
A brick could be used as a thick bumper sticker. Then if you get in a crash, you can blame it on the housing market and the element of irrational exuberance created by Alan Greenspan.
She took a moment to lament her lack of parasol. Every time she left the house, she felt keenly the absence of her heretofore ubiquitous accessory.
Keep your wife happy by living in a slightly nicer house than your neighbor. And you can do this by living in a poorer neighborhood than you ever imagined.
My car rides smooth like I’m driving a cloud. If I park it at your house, I may get rainwater on your living room carpet.
I broke down when we broke up, but I didn’t break in to her house just to break out of my routine.
Take ACTION! When we DO NOT take action, our potentiality becomes the soil that houses the seeds of our regret.
So this is it ⎯ what cost me all that time. A man who turned out to be old, a house that turned out to be empty.
They say the only way you can truly kill a Celestra is by fire. I would gladly lend myself to the flames to peer down eternally over this sinful disgrace of a planet that houses cowards such as these.
No, I am not all right, I want to say. Have you been to my house? Have you seen how empty it is?
Our aim is to make the world more beautiful than it was when we came into it. It can be done. You can do it--love yourself
Homo Americanus is going to go on speaking and writing the way he always has, no matter what dictionary he owns.
There was something of Francis in the boy, something pure and genuine and flawed. That type didn't think twice before running headlong into a burning house or a young girl's arms.
Cordy slept late, awakening only when the noises of the house and the insistent sunlight became to obvious to be believably incorporated into her dreams any longer.
When tragedy hits close to home, like your neighbor’s house, it really makes you stop and think. And while you’re thinking, I’ll be speeding off in the getaway car.
You know, surprisingly, they don't sell a lot of brains in the local 24-hour grocery store around the corner from my house.
My mom and dad died, but in their place I got a house of fog that’s easy to hide my feelings in. (No smoking, please.)
The locked door in my house is just a diversion. The real valuable items are out in the open, where they are hidden from the unimaginative.
