And so we stayed out in the garden of the old house until we couldn't kick a ball, laughing in the gathering… — Tony Parsons Copy Share Image
“My streets, my cistern. My old house. Its beams, floorboards and staircase creaked slightly, almost imperceptibly, with a dry, uniform, almost constant… — Ismail Kadare Copy Share Image
“It was a bad night to be about with such a feeling in one's heart. The rain was cold, pitiless and increasing.… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
“Then there was a fine noise of rushing water from the crown of an oak at his back, as if a spigot… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
I once knew a house rather like The Land of Smiles - an old house occupied by a varied collection of young… — Margaret Mahy Copy Share Image
“It was one of those rare and beautiful days in winter when England remembers that there is a sun. The star of… — Alexandre Dumas Copy Share Image
“Very well, but - who are you?' again asked Gil Gil, in whom curiosity was beginning to get the better of every… — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share Image
“If there's one thing I'd like most for you, it's that you'll find your calling in life. That's where true happiness and… — Beth Hoffman Copy Share Image
Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them. — Gladys Taber Copy Share Image
“There are settling girls, and there are unsettling girls. The ones who seem to have it in them to be flyers are… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
The dining room in my old house was truly magnificent, but by far the worst room for conversation. I'd get up from… — Paul Lynde Copy Share Image
“Shawn slowly climbed the old wooden stairs, listening to the low creak that sounded from his footsteps. He hoped the wood wouldn’t… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
And there were times when one yielded quite shamelessly to the sentimental. They were more likely to be times of crickets, I… — Harrison Gray Otis Dwight Copy Share Image
“....though he hated to admit it, they were all Anglophiles. They were a family of Anglophiles. Pointed in the wrong direction, trapped… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“In an old house,' he said, 'there is sometimes an atmosphere of evil.' 'That's it, sir,' said Ellen, eagerly. 'Evil. Bad thoughts… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“I thought. I thought of the slow yellow autumn in the swamp and the high honey sun of spring and the eternal… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
I heard a knock upon my door the other day I opened it to find death staring in my face The feel… — Falling In Reverse Copy Share Image
“And so we have gone back over the television we recall watching before we gave it up entirely and made a list… — Pope Michael Copy Share Image
“BODY OF LIES When he looked at her again, he gestured toward her attire. “I take it you haven’t packed anything yet.”… — Deirdre Savoy Copy Share Image
“She’s no ordinary ghost, that seems certain,” he says. “I know. Something’s made her stronger.” “The way she died?” he asks. “I’m… — Kendare Blake Copy Share Image
“The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas… — Henry James Copy Share Image
“for the first time since I have lived in it, this old house seemed like home.” — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
I never went camping when I was a kid - I'm from Hounslow, it's a bit of a concrete jungle. In my… — Asim Chaudhry Copy Share Image
“HIS chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, All his… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“Larry said that Michelangelo was a poof, so I wondered why he’d sculpted a guy with a really tiny cock. But I… — J.L. Merrow Copy Share Image
