{"quotes":[{"text":"We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for.That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out?","author":"Markus Zusak","tags":["beautiful","dangerous","houses","small","stories","windows","wolves"],"id":16098,"author_id":"Markus+Zusak"},{"text":"Who can ever affirm, or deny that the houses which have sheltered us as children, or as adults, and our predecessors too, do not have embedded in their walls, one with the dust and cobwebs, one with the overlay of fresh wallpaper and paint, the imprint of what-has-been, the suffering, the joy?","author":"Daphne du Maurier","tags":["home","houses","memories"],"id":22444,"author_id":"Daphne+du+Maurier"},{"text":"I love antique architecture, so if I have any indulgences, I have owned and renovated and reconstructed a lot of old houses.","author":"Daryl Hall","tags":["love","houses","old "],"id":30515,"author_id":"Daryl+Hall"},{"text":"In life, a person will come and go from many homes. We may leave a house, a town, a room, but that does not mean those places leave us. Once entered, we never entirely depart the homes we make for ourselves in the world. They follow us, like shadows, until we come upon them again, waiting for us in the mist.","author":"Ari Berk","tags":["home","houses","leaving"],"id":30772,"author_id":"Ari+Berk"},{"text":"All white people are born with a singular mission in life in order to pass from regular whitehood into ultra-whitehood. Just as Muslims have to visit Mecca, all white people must eventually renovate a house before they can be complete.","author":"Christian Lander","tags":["home","houses","humor","white-people"],"id":34732,"author_id":"Christian+Lander"},{"text":"Some people will each start investing more of their salary on ‘their’ house and spending less of it on ‘their’ car or cars only when they start being able to take ‘their’ house to work, funerals, weddings, etc.","author":"Mokokoma Mokhonoana","tags":["acquisition","asset","assets","backing","bond","car","cars","conspicuous-consumption","consumerism","debt","divorce","employee","employees","employer","employers","employment","expend","financing","funding","funeral","funerals","gamble","gambling","holding","house","houses","humor","humour","invest","investing","investment","job","loan","marriage","materialism","mortgage","properties","property","return-on-investment","risk","roi","satire","show-off","speculate","speculation","spend","venture","wedding","weddings","work"],"id":43131,"author_id":"Mokokoma+Mokhonoana"},{"text":"Savannah is amazing with the town squares and the hanging moss and the French Colonial houses. It's brutally romantic.","author":"David Morrissey","tags":["romantic","houses","colonial "],"id":50247,"author_id":"David+Morrissey"},{"text":"My dad designed houses and was an architect for many years.","author":"Nikki Reed","tags":["years","houses","many "],"id":59512,"author_id":"Nikki+Reed"},{"text":"We need a home in the psychological sense as much as we need one in the physical: to compensate for a vulnerability. We need a refuge to shore up our states of mind, because so much of the world is opposed to our allegiances. We need our rooms to align us to desirable versions of ourselves and to keep alive the important, evanescent sides of us.","author":"Alain de Botton","tags":["home","houses","identity"],"id":83525,"author_id":"Alain+de+Botton"},{"text":"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.","author":"Nora Roberts","tags":["death","ego","houses","human","life","old-houses","spirit","years"],"id":107250,"author_id":"Nora+Roberts"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":40,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}