#house

I'd love to come to Australia. I'd love to walk about the Sydney Opera House. ↗

— Nik Wallenda

#australia #come #house #i #love

For me, my 20s were all about reaching for the brass ring of work in theater, television, and film, surviving in between by waiting tables, painting houses, serving coffee, and temping. ↗

— Kate Walsh

#between #brass #coffee #film #houses

Sixty felt like a big landmark. Not in a dreadful sense, but none of the other birthdays have bothered me. It's got labels on it - OAP, retirement - and I just wanted to take stock. I wanted to be in my greenhouse at home and at least give myself the opportunity of not working again. ↗

— Julie Walters

#big #birthdays #bothered #dreadful #felt

For nine years, till the spring of 1881, we lived in Oxford, in a little house north of the Parks, in what was then the newest quarter of the University town. ↗

— Mary A. Ward

#little #lived #newest #nine #north

After years in white theaters I dreaded working in colored houses. The noise, the stomping, whistling, and cheering that hadn't annoyed me when I was young was now something I dreaded. ↗

— Ethel Waters

#annoyed #cheering #colored #dreaded #hadn