One must be aesthetically long-termist in selecting a man – it’s like purchasing a farmhouse in the south of France. Sure, it’s beautiful to look at, but will the roof stay on?
My career has been very strange. My career is like a heart monitor. I get involved in a good project now and then to keep things going. And then I make things that I work on that I hope are going to be good so I can make a living and keep a roof over the heads of those little monsters I have in my house.
I think of comedy as my man: it’s the one thing I can always rely on that will keep me safe, keep me fed, put a roof over my head.
When that glass broke and ‘Stone Cold’ was making an entrance, and that roof blew off that building, that sends you higher than life or anything that I know of. It’s an adrenaline rush you can’t explain.
I justified working so hard by knowing that I was helping to maintain the roof over our heads.
A product name has to be specific. You know that Tasty Soup is tasty – that Hot Chips will burn off the roof of your mouth.
The time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining.
But I’ll never forget my trip to Las Vegas. I’m a huge rollercoaster fan and we did the one at the Stratosphere, which curls around the hotel, and there’s one that dips out from the roof then comes back in. That was intense.
I did a film once in the Sahara. It was pretty awe-inspiring. I remember sitting up on the roof of our hotel, watching the sun go down, and all around me, for 360 degrees, was nothing but sand. It took your breath away but also made you feel tiny.
A lot of people in this country right now are living with multiple generations under one roof, struggling to make ends meet.
I was the first African-American woman to play Maggie in ‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.’ It was at the Virginia State Theatre, and we turned Richmond upside down.
The roof cannot collapse when the value pillars of government and society are sound and strong.
Rather than making minor repairs to a few small leaks in the roof, the Architect of the Capitol is proposing to tear down the entire roof and replace it with something called a new vegetative roofing system. We shouldn’t be wasting precious taxpayer money on a new, state-of-the-art vegetative roofing system.
We have to focus on growing the economy, getting people working again, so they can put a roof over their heads to provide health care and education for their children and plan for their retirement.
There is no planning in a life of fighting to keep a roof over your head. It’s pure survival.
Chris Cutler was kind enough to offer his company as an umbrella, so now I can have all my back catalogue under one roof as it were, and it has the same feeling as with Daniel; this is a matter between friends rather than businessmen.
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.
We’d be doing parkour on my high school roof; we’d get in trouble. But I was never a reckless kid.
When you’re winning, your confidence is through the roof, but when you’re losing, that self-doubt is like, ‘Am I doing the right thing?’
Israel will not tolerate Iran developing nuclear power, even if Iran claims it is for peaceful purposes. If there is an attack, oil prices will go through the roof.
My grandfather was a Pentecostal preacher, and there was nothing really modern that went on under their roof. We watched television, but they were very picky about what we could watch – old Westerns and stuff that wasn’t vulgar or violent at all.
Having a Republican candidate speak at the NAACP convention is like trying to build a house starting at the roof. If you don’t have a foundation, the roof isn’t going to stand.
If you have more money than your lifestyle, then you can either do something stupid or smart. That’s not much of a choice. That’s like saying, ‘You are on the roof. you can either take the elevator, or you can jump.’ That’s not a choice.
I drove around in a Volkswagen Rabbit I shared with one of my roommates, and it didn’t have a roof. It doesn’t rain much in L.A., but when it did, it was utterly miserable.
Every time I would talk about crypto, my analytics would go through the roof. The analytics went crazy.
When that glass broke and ‘Stone Cold’ was making an entrance, and that roof blew off that building, that sends you higher than life or anything that I know of. It’s an adrenaline rush you can’t explain.
There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.
Our children, and every person, deserve to live in dignity with a roof over their head and a safe environment to call home.
I used to go salmon fishing with the late Jim Slater, the renowned investor, and he would give me tips. He told me to buy shares in football clubs, so I invested in Manchester United before its shares went through the roof.
Every chef I know, their cholesterol is through the roof. And mine’s not so great.
I don’t need a holiday or a feast to feel grateful for my children, the sun, the moon, the roof over my head, music, and laughter, but I like to take this time to take the path of thanks less traveled.
I like being involved with projects that are not only entertaining but are also thought provoking. Either that, or jobs that keep a roof over my head. A mixture of both is always nice.
I remember my mother taking me as a very little kid to the roof of our home in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, to look at the bombs exploding in the distance. She didn’t want us to be scared by the booms and the strange flashes of light. It was her way of helping us to understand what was happening.
I wrote ‘Time Stops at Shamli’ in 1956, shortly after ‘The Room on the Roof’ was published, and I couldn’t find anyone to publish it.
I used to worry about it quite a bit but now, not at all. I’ve got a roof over my head. I’ve got a little boy. Those are the main things.
When you build the house, you don’t start with the roof.
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.
I didn’t feel that running away would change anything but when the roof of the garage started coming off I thought it was time to go.
My kids think America is swimming pools on the roof, screening rooms, and hot dogs. They love it here.
The roof of my house is covered in solar panels. When I’m home, I’m a pretty green fellow.
The engineering is long gone in most PC companies. In the consumer electronics companies, they don’t understand the software parts of it. And so you really can’t make the products that you can make at Apple anywhere else right now. Apple’s the only company that has everything under one roof.
I have three younger siblings, so the four of us were outside all the time after school playing games, making up games. My sister made up a game called ‘roof ball.’ We’d play that constantly. She always beat me in it, and it made me very mad. But we were outside all the time.
No, I don’t think about the myth of the West. It’s not the kind of thinking I do. That’s more suited to people who live in big towns on the West Coast or East Coast, people who stay under a roof, in a room, all the time.
My first, ‘Room on the Roof,’ was the longest book I’ve written.
Everyone wants their children to go to school, to have a job, a roof over their head, feed their children.
When I went to my local grammar school, Lurgan College, girls were not encouraged to study science. My parents hit the roof and, along with other parents, demanded a curriculum change.
A Hamilton-Vettel combination, on paper, would look very attractive to any team. However, what you have to look at is the dynamics of any partnership like that and it’s difficult to see how two sportsmen at the absolute top of their game could work in harmony under one roof.
You see, we all want the same things. We want to be able to take care of our families, provide for our children, to have a roof over our heads and a good-paying job.
Trapped in the bureaucracy nightmare, real families suffer when the big banks and their servicers force foreclosures. The emotional toll on children packing up their rooms and on parents struggling to find a temporary roof is a deep one.
When I was 13, I had my first job with my dad carrying shingles up to the roof. And then I got a job washing dishes at a restaurant. And then I got a job in a grocery store deli. And then I got a job in a factory sweeping Cheerio dust off the ground.
I’m not sure I have the knowledge, the intelligence or the sensitivity to direct a ‘Love Story’ or a ‘Fiddler on the Roof.’
It wasn’t easy to live with my mother under one roof.
If God drives a car, He’d drive a 1973 Ford LTD Brougham sedan with a claret-colored vinyl roof, with oxblood leather upholstery and an opera window.
Have you any idea what it’s like to live under the same roof as four women? Armageddon is the best word for it.
My husband is the chef of the family; he’s a brilliant cook. Actually, it makes you quite lazy when you have somebody that’s so good at cooking under the same roof. It’s all beans or spaghetti when I’m left to run it.
