A house without books is like a room without windows.
Horace MannTags: books simile house windows
Hill House, she thought, You're as hard to get into as heaven.
Shirley JacksonWe all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
Tennessee WilliamsTags: house windows fire burning trapped
Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.
Emily DickinsonTags: art nature house haunted
The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.
Ralph Waldo EmersonTags: friends home house decoration homemaking visitors
I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
Gaston BachelardTags: house dream space privacy
But the plans were on display…”
“On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.”
“That’s the display department.”
“With a flashlight.”
“Ah, well, the lights had probably gone.”
“So had the stairs.”
“But look, you found the notice, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Arthur, “yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard.
Tags: humour house bureaucracy arthur-dent bypass demolition department
It [Ashfair House] was an old fashioned house—the sort of house in fact, as Strange expressed it, which a lady in a novel might like to be persecuted in.
Susanna ClarkeTags: house 2004 1815 damsel-in-distress jonathan-strange stereotype
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
Shirley JacksonThrough countless births in the cycle of existence
I have run, not finding
although seeking the builder of this house;
and again and again I faced the suffering of new birth.
Oh housebuilder! Now you are seen.
You shall not build a house again for me.
All your beams are broken,
the ridgepole is shattered.
The mind has become freed from conditioning:
the end of craving has been reached.
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