Work a lifetime to pay off a house. you finally own it, and there's nobody to live in it.

Work a lifetime to pay off a house — You finally own it and there's nobody to live in it.

Figure it out. Work a lifetime to pay off a house. You finally own it, and there's nobody to live in it.

Figure it out. Work a lifetime to pay off a house. You finally own it, and there's nobody o live in it.

So here’s the kicker: with the state taxes we’re saving every year, we are literally paying off our entire new home in six years! Did you catch that? We’re paying for our entire home out of the tax savings we now get as residents of the Sunshine State instead of the Golden State. Kind of makes you think we should have done it sooner, huh? Better late than never.

You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.

I want a house that has got over all its troubles; I don't want to spend the rest of my life bringing up a young and inexperienced house.

The big celebration, the wedding or housewarming, takes place not when the debt is discharged, but when it is undertaken. What is emphasized on TV, for example, is not the middle-aged man who has finally paid off his mortgage, but the young man who moves into his new home with his family, proudly waving the papers he has just signed and which will bind him for most of his productive years. After he has paid his debts — the mortgage, the college expenses for his children and his insurance — he is regarded as a problem, a “senior citizen” for whom society must provide not only material comforts but a new “purpose.

We have become a nation incapable of living within our
means. We seem incapable of accepting the reality that owning a
home is not and never was intended to be a right. It is a reward for
working hard and saving up enough money to not only purchase a
property, but to maintain and improve it.

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.

An empty house is like a stray dog or a body from which life has departed.

The ceaseless labor of your life is to build the house of death.

Sometimes the house of the future is better built, lighter and larger than all the houses of the past, so that the image of the dream house is opposed to that of the childhood home. Late in life, with indomitable courage, we continue to say that we are going to do what we have not yet done: we are going to build a house...Maybe it is a good thing for us to keep a few dreams of a house that we shall live in later, always later, so much later, in fact, that we shall not have time to achieve it. For a house that was final, one that stood in symmetrical relation to the house we were born in, would lead to thoughts — serious, sad thoughts — and not to dreams. It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality.

The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.