House Quotes

A severe though not unfriendly critic of our institutions said that the cure for admiring the House of Lords was to go and look at it.

I like being on the road, living in hotels. While I've got a real nice house, I go crazy when I'm there.

I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.

I don't have anything that I treasure at all. They're just things. I tend to buy an awful lot of stuff, like clothes and things. But I wouldn't be bothered if my house burns down tomorrow.

The house itself is of minor importance. Its relation to the community is the thing that really counts.

There have not been children of comparable youth in the White House since the Kennedy era.

The only critic is a full house.

A comfortable house is a great source of happiness. It ranks immediately after health and a good conscience.

I would never go to a gym. How could I do it? So I tried to do it in my house and it doesn't work.

Both my parents were doctors, and my mother had her surgery in the house. There were six children.

My house is completely organized from my closets to my drawers.

I am extremely involved in the design process of both my brands, Winter Kate and House of Harlow 1960.

Why, so soon as French Canadians, who are in a minority in this House and in the country, were to organise as a political party, they would compel the majority to organise as a political party, and the result must be disastrous to themselves.

I grew up in a house where my father encouraged my brother and me to fail. I specifically remember coming home and saying, 'Dad, Dad, I tried out for this or that and I was horrible,' and he would high-five me and say, 'Way to go.'

A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.

We ask for way too much stuff - way too much stuff. You got a job making $100 a year and bought a house for $3 million. Talking about, 'I don't know what happened with the payment.'

I do house things. I paint. I do portraits. I also paint my house.

May there always be peace, love and happiness in every house.

I am convinced that I do not want to give up more power to the White House, whether it's George Bush or Barack Obama. And I'm going to fight as hard as I can against President Obama on these earmarks and my Republican colleagues who hate to vote for them, but love to get them.

On the day I started college in 1979, no woman had ever been on the United States Supreme Court or served as the Speaker of the House. None had been an astronaut or the solo anchor of a network evening news broadcast. Not one had been president of an Ivy League college or run a serious campaign for president.

He told us he was going to take crime out of the streets. He did. He took it into the damn White House.

Around my house, I won't even speak to my family unless they first address me by my official Berzerker name, Godred Crovan, Victor of Sky-Hill and Ruler of Man and the Isles. And now that I think of it, that's probably why nobody speaks to me unless it's time to feed the dogs or take out the garbage.

I don't really like to sit around the house listening to my own records. They're not that good.

Over the past two years, the House has passed more than 50 measures focused on stimulating the economy and expanding opportunities for American workers. The tax relief provisions in this package have been an important part of our pro-growth agenda.

So much value has been lost in the housing market that people are now buying. If there's any activity in the housing market, it's because values have plummeted to such depths that the 47% can now afford to live in a government-purchased house, or something like that.

But presidents matter. That's one of the biggest lessons I learned being in the White House.

Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. When I ride through Beverly Hills in the early morning, and all the sprinklers have turned off, the scents that wash over me are just heavenly. Being House is like flying, too. You're free of the gravity of what people think.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

Last winter when I was coming home from church one Thursday evening, I saw somebody run around the house again. I told my father of that.

I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man I keep his house.