Quotes About Kentucky

Perhaps the mildest form of the system of slavery is to be seen in the State of Kentucky.

She was bred in old Kentucky, Where the meadow grass is blue, There's the sunshine of the country, In her face and manner too; She was bred in old Kentucky, Take her boy, you're mighty lucky, When you marry a girl like Sue.

Kentucky as a whole has lagged behind the rest of the nation in almost every field of government and public service, primarily because the fiercely independent and uncooperative mentality of the frontier hunter-farmer has remained so deeply and tenaciously embedded in the mass psyche.

ANDERSON: Who copped your cherry? MRS. EVERLEIGH: My brother Ernie. Does that shock you? ANDERSON: Why should it? I'm from Kentucky.

The actual cabin fell into disrepair probably before Lincoln became president. According to research by D. T. Pitcaithley, the new cabin, a hoax built in 1894, was leased to two amusement park owners, went to Coney Island, where it got commingled with the birthplace cabin of Jefferson Davis (another hoax), and was finally shrunk to fit inside a marble pantheon in Kentucky, where, reassembled, it still stands.

Kentucky HEALTH will allow us to continue to provide expanded Medicaid coverage. But unlike the current Medicaid expansion under Obamacare, it will do so in a fiscally responsible manner that ensures better health outcomes for recipients.

Black, white, rural, urban, Democrat, Republican, independent. People who come from both ends of the socio-economic spectrum. Male, female. Young and old alike. This is our Kentucky.

Lexington is home to the University of Kentucky, where my husband and I teach, as well as to Transylvania University, the oldest college established west of the Allegheny Mountains, and several multinational companies; people come and go from all over the world.

Hunter was one of those "dropouts," raised in Louisville, Kentucky, who had arrived in the late sixties after writing gigs in Puerto Rico, Brazil, Big Sur, and San Francisco.

Meth production and use is a serious problem in Kentucky and across the country. Clearly, there is a growing need for a national strategy to combat this crisis. Increasing public awareness is a significant means for prevention.

I'll always put the best interests of our people first - and that includes expanding gaming to create new opportunities here in Kentucky.

I call it, 'The Kentucky Effect.' Guys from Kentucky are usually drafted higher, and their shoe contracts are worth more. They're in more demand overall because they played here.

You know, technically to be called 'bourbon,' it has to be made in Kentucky

Madame Psychosis' name was in reality Lucille Duquette, and the Daddy's name either Earl or Al Duquette of extreme southeast KY, way down near TN and VA.

We're in Kentucky, dude. How many variations of Bevin are there? Many. Bevins, Blevins, Belvin, Belvins, I'm sure. Or Bevin even with an -eavin or... Bivin or Bivins. And we're probably all cousins if you go back far enough.

One of the hidden benefits of me being a student manager at Kentucky was me having the responsibility of driving Rick Pitino to his motivational speaking engagements.

Going to Kentucky... it's not really a college experience. You go there for basketball. You get your studies together, but then after that, it's all about basketball.

Some Kentucky fans are a little more subdued.

Our approach to doing right by Kentucky's veterans starts by focusing on expanding job opportunities, especially in agritech and infrastructure development - two areas where Kentucky can thrive.

Everybody wants to say that Kentucky fans are vicious or obnoxious. They're not. They're crazy in that they watch the tape of our games more than I do. But they're passionate and smart.

I'm a huge Kentucky fan. So when there was a chance to do the John Wall dance, I went into character.

Under the auspices of Just Folks—described by Lindbergh's newly created Office of American Absorption as "a volunteer work program introducing city youth to the traditional ways of heartland life"—my brother left on the last day of June 1941 for a summer "apprenticeship" with a Kentucky tobacco farmer.

To be born in Kentucky is a heritage; to brag about it is a habit; to appreciate it is a virtue.

Heaven must be a Kentucky kind of place.