Quotes About Cotton

Summer time an' the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high. Oh, yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma' is good-lookin', So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.

good cotton, riding well, shooting straight, dancing lightly, squiring the ladies with elegance and carrying one's liquor like a gentleman were the things that mattered.

My definition of a liberal is a man who has his ass firmly stuck in clouds of cotton wool.

What kinds of crops are being grown? In 1999, the great majority (nearly 80 percent) of the total global transgenic acreage was planted in varieties of soy, corn, cotton, and canola that had been genetically altered by agrochemical companies to withstand massive dousings of their own commercial brands of herbicides.

What is clear is that in 1900, Galveston was growing fast, had already become the number one cotton port on the Gulf Coast, and was already being referred to as 'the New York of the Gulf.'

Without U.S. independence, North America would have remained a rural, non-industrial breadbasket. Blessed as it was with natural resources, agrarian North America would have supplied cotton and beef and lumber to industrial Britain. America would thus be more like Australia - a nice enough place to live, but no kind of world power.

Beautiful fabrics last; synthetics don't. Certain fabrics, such as linen or cotton, develop their own character over time.

There was still room enough left for a visitor - maybe two, but not without straining the walls. But the walls could stand it- at least the partitions could, for they consisted simply of one thickness of white cotton domestic stretched from corner to corner of the room. This was the rule in Carson - any other kind of partition the rare exception. And if you stood in a dark room and your neighbors in the next had lights, the shadows on your canvas told queer secrets sometimes.

The beer and the wurst were wonderful, but I was dying to be back in the South, where the livin' was easy, where the fish were jumpin', where the cotton grew high.

By all accounts, the Northern men who leased plantations were "an unsavory lot," attracted by the quick profits seemingly guaranteed in wartime cotton production. In the scramble among army officers illegally engaged in cotton deals and Northern investors seeking to "pluck the golden goose" of the South, the rights of blacks received scant regard.

I am a huge fan of big cotton underpants; they're comfortable. I wear them every day.

Mississippi blood is different. It's got some river in it. Delta soil, turpentine, asbestos, cotton poison. But there's strength in it, too. Strength that's been beat but not broke.

En pleine chaleur du mois de décembre, il aimait décorer son minuscule sapin en papier mâché de beaucoup de coton ouaté, pour qu'il ressemblât aux sapins de son pays imaginaire.

Thread count is actually a lie. Just because a thread count is 1,500 on a set of sheets doesn't mean that they're well-made sheets. Truly, the quality of the cotton and the quality of the way something is woven is much more important than thread count.

There is a preppy wabi-sabi to soft, faded khakis and cotton shirts, but it's not nice to be surrounded by things that are worn out or stained or used up.

I love soft-cotton white T-shirts.

This woman who was a style icon basically lived in a little cotton dress all her life - a simple life.

Without slavery you have no cotton; without cotton you have no modern industry," wrote Karl Marx—an overstatement, but one with much truth.

Jarena Harban removed a folded handkerchief from the pocket of her frayed cotton skirt and rubbed the smudged train window. Vestiges of cinder and ash stubbornly clung to the outside of the glass, but she could see well enough to determine there were a multitude of people waiting at the train depot. They were mostly white folks, but she spied a few coloreds among the crowd. She swiped the window again, but to no avail. With a defeated shrug, she tucked the cotton square back into her pocket.

Richard looked in horror at the piano. "Oh, no," Iris quickly assured him. "There will be no music. At least not that I know of. It's not a concert." Still, Richard's eyes widened with panic. Where was Winston and his little balls of cotton when he needed him? "You're frightening me, Miss Smythe-Smith.

I was influenced a lot by those around me - there was a lot of singing that went on in the cotton fields.

But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor. She will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.

You tell Cecil I'm about as radical as Cotton Tom Heflin.

The wind crooned softly as it dusted the snow against the windows, wrapping them in a thick and fluffy cotton blanket.