Old Houses Quotes

Quotes tagged as "old-houses" (showing 1-7 of 7)
Nora Roberts
“It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.
Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life?
And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.”
Nora Roberts, Key of Knowledge

Shirley Jackson
“Hill House has an impressive list of tragedies connected with it, but then, most old houses have. People have to live and die somewhere, after all, and a house can hardly stand for eighty years without seeing some of its inhabitants die within its walls.”
Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

Mehmet Murat ildan
“Give me an old house full of memories and I will give you hundred novels!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Ellen Read
“How beautiful the house was with
its magnolia trees lining the drive,
their branches outstretched as if they
were beckoning him inside. Rose tipped
blossoms caught the last of the sun’s
golden light, giving the flowers
an ethereal glow that shimmered
and looked magical.”
Ellen Read, Love The Gift

Joanna Gaines
“The reality is that old houses that were built a hundred years ago were built by actual craftsmen, people who were the best in the world at what they did. The little nuances in the woodwork, the framing of the doors, the built-in nooks, the windows—all had been done by smart, talented people, and I quickly found that uncovering those details and all of that character made the house more inviting and more attractive and more alive.”
Joanna Gaines, The Magnolia Story

Brenda Sutton Rose
“I could go to a dozen houses, scrape away the dirt, and find his footprints, but my own prints evaporated before I ever looked back.”
Brenda Sutton Rose

“Neither of us had lived in a house since we were kids; apartments, it turns out, are very different things, psychologically. Houses—especially old and creaky houses—are individuals, somehow; their fronts are faces, their closets are pants pockets.”
Ben Dolnick