I was a Russian dancer in my elementary school production of ‘Fiddler on the Roof’ when I was in third grade or fourth grade. I was one of the younger kids accepted into the play, and the plays were pretty impressive, let me say.
Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.
The bad, angry, upset, wounded people are more interesting, so they’re in the news more, but I don’t think they’re in the majority. I have faith that things will change – I mean, just like everybody else, I don’t fix my roof until it’s actually leaking, but eventually, we all get round to doing it.
The album cover of ‘Death of a Bachelor’ is me on my roof of my backyard, so that’s my place where I spend most of my time writing.
I was a huge theater nerd when I was younger, so I was in a bunch of school musicals – Working,’ South Pacific,’ Fiddler on the Roof,’ a very weird little operetta called Charlotte Sweet,’ Nine,’ The Wiz.’
All Iraqis should live under one roof and for one goal.
I’m somebody who, as a child, had a lot of insecurity about stable housing, where I was going to be living, if I was going to have a roof over my head, all those types of things. And I know the impact it can have on you psychologically and emotionally.
I have a roof over my head. I had a breakfast, and a lot of people in the world can’t say that. I’m not going to complain about being interviewed.
So many differing opinions and philosophies… are rarely housed under the roof of a single magazine.
It’s been three years since I last performed here so I’m dying to tear the roof off Wembley Arena with some old school joints and brand new bangers. When I’m done, you’re gonna remember it for a long time to come.
I’ve always loved horror, I’ve always loved collecting, I’ve always loved weird and macabre things, and I’ve always loved conventions. So what could be better than having your own Fear FestEviL where all those great and crazy things can be enjoyed by like-minded people under one pretty cool roof? Nothing!
‘The Hangover’ was lightening in a bottle. We’re aware of that. It went through the roof all over the world.
It’s me who fixes the roof, unblocks the drain, and changes the plug. I’m Spartacus.
I was always the guy who jumped off the roof of the garage, who could climb up the facade of a building.
When I was a kid I used to go to the movies, double features in outdoor theaters, and my parents used to take us to see like, ‘Cat On a Hot Tin Roof’ or something like that, with Elizabeth Taylor.
When you ask people why they were evicted, the big reason is nonpayment of rent. They can’t afford to keep a roof over their heads. Utilities are a big part of the story too, while the third leg on the table is the lack of government help with housing.
Not having a roof over your head at night must be frightening, cold, lonely and depressing. To be seriously ill as well must be beyond upsetting.
The most solitary I ever felt was when I was living in New York. I used to live in Enrico Caruso’s old apartment, and I had a special staircase that took me up to the roof. There was nobody up there.
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.
It is unacceptable that people often have to make huge sacrifices just to find a place to live, a roof over their heads.
Working for a federal agency was like trying to dislodge a prune skin from the roof of the mouth. More enterprise went into the job than could be justified by the results.
May none but honest and wise men ever rule under this roof.
There are always ridiculous things on television or on the Internet that make people go, ‘Did you see that?’ That could be anything from a clip from the ‘Real Housewives’ to someone jumping off their roof and missing the pool to a zillion other things.
You have to accommodate the rich and the new rich under the same roof.
I couldn’t get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn’t last.
You want to strike that happy medium: the balance of being able to find creative satisfaction in your profession, be able to afford a roof over your head, but still have the freedom to live a relatively normal life.
I live in a joint family with 17 members under one roof. My father is an MA, but he didn’t get a job, because all his certificates got destroyed when our house caught fire. So my father took up farming – fish farming and vegetable farming.
Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past. Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It’s very easy to enjoy yourself.
My first place in Nashville was like ‘Animal House.’ The whole band lived under one roof, and most nights the jam sessions ended close to sunrise.
I’ve always been into older homes, even if I have to refurbish or remodel or raise roof lines or knock out walls.
Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof; it is temporary expedient, often wise in party politics, almost sure to be unwise in statesmanship.
Rarely do members of the same family grow up under the same roof.
I remember one parent-teacher conference at the lower school, and Barack went, and there were SWAT guys on top of the roof of the school. And Malia was like, ‘Dad, really? Really? Do they really have to be up there?’ And it’s like, yeah, honey, they do.
A strong economy causes an increase in the demand for housing; the increased demand for housing drives real-estate prices and rentals through the roof. And then affordable housing becomes completely inaccessible.
The time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining.
The trajectory started when I was on the roof of our house looking out at a swamp when I was 19. I had written for several years, starting at about 15, but that day on the roof I took my vows and acknowledged my calling.
Working for a federal agency was like trying to dislodge a prune skin from the roof of the mouth. More enterprise went into the job than could be justified by the results.
Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.
As a consequence while we had a roof over our heads, food on the table, and clothes to wear to school we were constantly conscious of being of modest means.
In all feats of fire-eating it should be noted that the head is thrown well back, so that the flame may pass out of the open mouth instead of up into the roof, as it would if the head were held naturally.
Going to the roof of the Empire State Building is pretty amazing for kids.
‘Drag Race’ is a fantastic way to catapult your career and to get yourself known for your drag, for your singing, for your love of fashion, or whatever it may be. It’s a fabulous platform to shout the things you do well from the top of the roof.
Heavy pillars, carved from the rock, bear the roof. Slowly, one’s eyes become accustomed to the dim light; then they can make out marvelous representations from Indian mythology carved on the walls.
I grew up in a small town, in a small community, and I would not have had access to great plays when I was a kid were it not for the films of ‘Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?’ and ‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.’
The most solitary I ever felt was when I was living in New York. I used to live in Enrico Caruso’s old apartment, and I had a special staircase that took me up to the roof. There was nobody up there.
When ‘Smokey’ was released and became a blockbuster, Trans Am sales went through the roof. If you wanted a black Trans Am, you had to wait a minimum of six months. By the time we were ready to shoot ‘Smokey II,’ I was on a first-name basis with Pontiac.
I don’t know if it’s because my sensitivity is through the roof, but I can’t stand contrived dialogue anymore.
Look, as a child growing up it occurred to me that I had everything I could have wanted: a roof over my head, education, food. All of it because my father provided… My way of giving back was being that invisible guy. Giving something back from a lifetime of taking.
This planet Earth, the act of putting a roof over our heads, our flesh and blood existence, it’s all very temporary.
After Hurricane Katrina, over New Orleans, my helicopter crashed and the pilot and I were only saved because we fell on the roof of a flooded house that absorbed the shock. When the helicopter was spiraling downward out of control, I didn’t expect to survive at all.
I live in a joint family with 17 members under one roof. My father is an MA, but he didn’t get a job, because all his certificates got destroyed when our house caught fire. So my father took up farming – fish farming and vegetable farming.
I want my music to jump off the stage and out of the speakers. When we do ‘Rain Is A Good Thing’ paired back to back with ‘Country Girl,’ it just feels like the roof is fixin’ to come off the place.
Not having a roof over your head at night must be frightening, cold, lonely and depressing. To be seriously ill as well must be beyond upsetting.
I got this pretend grass stuff called LazyLawn on my roof. Now I can go out on my terrace in bare feet, and it looks exactly like a lawn. This is what science should be for.
