#house

The fact that pigs were abroad in the night seemed to bring home to me the perilous nature of my enterprise. ↗

My mama told me don't trust no white boy, even a pretty one. I'm thinkin' a pretty white boy with wings explodin' up from the ground in a mess of blood and ugly-ass bird things is double trouble." - Kramisha (Ch 5) ↗

— P.C. Cast

#hunted #kramisha #trust

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you're in the wrong house, that's what it means. ↗

— Henny Youngman

#affection #come #do you know #give #home

Woo woo, secret vampire stuff! ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#secret

Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#mistakes

I'm only a housewife, I'm afraid." How often do we hear this shocking admission. I'm afraid when I hear it I feel very angry indeed. Only a housewife: only a practitioner of one of the two most noble professions (the other one is that of a farmer); only the mistress of a huge battery of high and varied skills and custodian of civilization itself. Only a typist, perhaps! Only a company director, or a nuclear physicist; only a barrister; only the President! When a woman says she is a housewife she should say it with the utmost pride, for there is nothing higher on this planet to which she could aspire. ↗

— John Seymour

#housewives #womanhood #president

They're Lares. House gods." "House gods," Percy said. "Like...smaller than real gods, but larger than apartment gods? ↗

— Rick Riordan

#house-gods #lares #mythology #real-gods #rome

This was the tricky bit. The really tricky bit, trickiness cubed. ↗

— Hugh Laurie

#hugh-laurie #humour #guns

A house without books is like a room without windows. ↗

— Horace Mann

#house #simile #windows #books

Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold. ↗