A house doesn’t become a home until love moves in.
Love is like a brick. You can build a house, or you can sink a dead body.
I bought a house for my mom, I bought a house for my dad, I bought a house for my sister.
Your house is all about routine, not the unexpected events of your life.
I live in a sort of insular world. It’s mostly my family, my house, staying home and working.
It didn’t matter how big our house was; it mattered that there was love in it.
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