#house

If Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan get elected to the White House, Medicare will be bankrupt by the end of their first term. ↗

— Stephanie Cutter

#elected #end #first #get #house

It's very difficult leaving the house anytime with my baby at home. ↗

— Mariska Hargitay

#baby #difficult #home #house #leaving

House music is about love, and lots of hip hop is about hate and intolerance, so in that respect, it's not good at all. ↗

— Chris Lowe

#good #hate #hip #hip hop #hop

In the streets through which we passed, I must own the houses in general struck me as if they were dark and gloomy, and yet at the same time they also struck me as prodigiously great and majestic. ↗

— Karl Philipp Moritz

#dark #general #gloomy #great #houses

I grew up with all boys in my family, where there was no place for girlie stuff. But it's amazing to walk into my house now. Everything is pink! ↗

— Jerry O'Connell

#everything #family #grew #house #i

I'm afraid of buying a house or anything, 'cause if there's one paparazzi outside for one day, then they'll never leave. ↗

— Robert Pattinson

#anything #buying #cause #day #house

Someone had told me about a house in Wandsworth, southwest London - 21 Blenkarne Road - with an incredible garden, so I went and had a look. I walked in and just said, 'I want it.' ↗

— Susannah York

#garden #had #house #i #incredible

She had some hidden reason of her own for attaching great importance to this choosing what her mother was to wear. What was the reason, Mrs. Ramsay wondered, standing still to let her clasp the necklace she had chosen, divining, through her own past, some deep, some buried, some quite speechless feeling that one had for one's mother at Rose's age. Like all feelings felt for oneself, Mrs. Ramsay thought, it made one sad. It was so inadequate, what one could give in return; and what Rose felt was quite out of proportion to anything she actually was. And Rose would grow up; and Rose would suffer, she supposed, with these deep feelings, and she said she was ready now... ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#age

A Sad Child You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad but some get over it. Count your blessings. Better than that, buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet. Take up dancing to forget. Forget what? Your sadness, your shadow, whatever it was that was done to you the day of the lawn party when you came inside flushed with the sun, your mouth sulky with sugar, in your new dress with the ribbon and the ice-cream smear, and said to yourself in the bathroom, I am not the favourite child My darling, when it comes right down to it and the light fails and the fog rolls in and you're trapped in your overturned body under a blanket or burning car, and the red flame is seeping out of you and igniting the tarmac beside your head or else the floor, or else the pillow, none of us is; or else we all are. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#atwood #burned #child #house #margaret

Some never participate. Life happens to them. They get by on little more than dumb persistence and resist with anger or violence all things that might lift them out of resentment-filled illusions of security. -Alma Mavis Taraza ↗

— Frank Herbert

#anger