Quotes About Farmer

I'm a farmer! We have a farm that's part of the National Tropical Botanical Garden on Maui, and we raise macadamia nuts.

Buying from a local farmer can mean that he makes a two-hour extra truck drive, which can damage the environment more than a bunch of bananas on a boat.

I know there's a farmer out there somewhere who never wants a PC and that's fine with me.

As the farmer said, "I'm not greedy, all I want is the land next to mine.

I've died so many times in so many movies. What is it about my face that people want to kill it? I'm sure they would've killed Kitty Farmer if they could've!

Soil is a living ecosystem, and is a farmer's most precious asset. A farmer's productive capacity is directly related to the health of his or her soil.

Matt heard a dove calling from the roof of the hospital. No hope, it said. No hope. No hope.

I'M SCARED I'LL SHOOT MY NEIGHBOR BY ACCIDENT IF I SEE HIM TROTTING DOWN THE ROAD, SAID A FARMER IN KANSAS, WHAT IF HE GETS AFTER MY CHICKENS?

I come from the countryside. I come from a bunch of horticulture family members. My best friend was a farmer's boy.

I wish I could say courteous flatteries to you, the farmer continued in an easier tone, and put my rugged feeling into a graceful shape: but I have neither power nor patience to learn such things.

In about the time a person unaccustomed to bodily labour would have decided upon which side to lie, Farmer Oak was asleep.   The

in the right direction at the outset. Then we come to Shelley's part of the story and for that I warmly thank our local sheep farmer, Ruth Dixon.

Simply consider that close to 80 or 85 percent of the cost of a tomato can be attributed to transportation, storage, and waste (unsold inventories), rather than the cost at the farmer level.

In Montana, whether you're a farmer, whether you're a fisherman... you know that the climate is changing, and we need to do something about it.

In seiner Autobiographie 'Als wär's ein Stück von mir' hat Carl Zuckmayer die Menschen und ihre Landschaft hoch im Norden der USA geschildert, hat er seinen Alltag als Farmer in den Jahren 1941 bis 1946 noch einmal wachgerufen.

Similarly, Carl Schurz reported that in his conversation with a plantation owner, who was beside himself that emancipation had left him without any slaves to do the heavy lifting, the man dismissed the idea of working the land himself. "The idea that he would work with his hands as a farmer seemed to strike him as ludicrously absurd. He told me with a smile that he had never done a day's work of that kind in his life.

For if we could be allowed to see the Plague as a thing in Nature merely, we did not have to trouble about some grand celestial design that had to be completed before the disease would abate. We could simply work upon it as a farmer might toil to rid his field of unwanted tare, knowing that when we found the tools and the method and the resolve, we would free ourselves, no matter if we were a village full of sinners or a host of saints.

The hated system of land tenure, so contributory to general unrest in Asia, has been abolished. Every farmer is now accorded the right and dignity of ownership of the land he long has tilled.

A real farmer. He spent his childhood in the wheat, and his marriage in the hay.

People call me a saint and I think, I have to work harder. Because a saint would be a great thing to be." - Paul Farmer

The life of a farmer is increasingly Hobbesian—poor, nasty, and brutish, even if not always short. It has been my own experience that many who still rise to that challenge today are themselves hard-nosed, peculiar, dogmatic, and distasteful characters, better appreciated at a distance, myself perhaps included. My purposes in deviating somewhat from a 'professional' stance are threefold.

And I liked Ted Burgess in a reluctant, half-admiring, half-hating way. When I was away from him I could think of him objectively as a working farmer whom no one at the Hall thought much of. But when I was with him his mere physical presence cast a spell on me, it established an ascendancy which I could not break. He was, I felt, what a man ought to be, what I should like to be when I grew up.

It is only the city dweller spending his weekends in the country who goes into raptures about nature; the farmer breathes in it. It is only the uncreative critic who is given to much talking about art. For the artist himself, his art is speech sufficient. It is only a motherless time that cries out for a mother, and a deeply unmotherly age that can point to the mother as a demand of the time, for it is precisely the mother who is timeless, the same in all epochs and among all peoples.

I'd consider being a farmer. As long as I could live on the Pepperidge Farm. And raise Milanos.