Quotes About Rural

I grew up in a university town in eastern North Carolina - what's called Tobacco Road. It was very rural.

I'd be sent down South in summertime to work with my grandmother in the field and working with cattle, chickens, beans and tobacco.

One can see the professionals and intellectuals talking to their rural brethren with an amused and condescending smile. They forget that but for the toiling rural masses, all their professional training and erudition would collapse like a castle of cards.

I am from the countryside, very rural countryside, and I moved to Tokyo when I was 18 and have been living first-ever since. So yes, I am a city guy, but sometimes I sort of feel there's another me in a parallel world, still in the countryside.

I grew up in the countryside in Saitama prefecture, north of Tokyo.

I think it is one of the common themes for many Japanese people to choose where to live: Tokyo or their hometown.

The terraced slopes were a marvel of human muscle, a compelling demonstration of what China's giant workforce could accomplish over generations. Even so, many from their region had left farming for trade.

The discussion about food doesn't make any sense without discussion at the same time of land, land use, land policy, fertility maintenance, and farm infrastructure maintenance.

There is practically no sense that is not violated every time we return from the country or the sea to Paris or London or New York.

It's not realistic to live in the country at this stage. I've got a business in London. I beat myself up about it all the time.

There is more potential for economic growth in rural America than at any time in decades.

I grew up on a farm in Pennsylvania, where my parents raised German shepherds - we had about 30 dogs at any given time.

My father was raised in the mountains of New Mexico, and he picked cotton for a dollar a day. He was working for the family from the time he was 7.

I thought a dignified thing to do would be to live in the country by the time I'm 50 and write books

In the country neighbor­hood thereabouts, along the dusty roads, one found at intervals the prettiest little cottage homes, snug and cozy, and so cobwebbed with vines snowed thick with roses that the doors and windows were wholly hidden from sight-sign that these were deserted homes, forsaken years ago by defeated and disap­pointed families who could neither sell them nor give them away.

Mornings before daylight I slipped into cornfields and borrowed a watermelon, or a mushmelon, or a punkin, or some new corn, or things of that kind. Pap always said it warn't no harm to borrow things if you was meaning to pay them back some time; but the widow said it warn't anything but a soft name for stealing, and no decent body would do it.

The Communist Manifesto (like anarchism, the rival ideology at the time) requires of its adherents a great deal of blind faith. In this, it's more of a religious doctrine than a scientific theory. For this reason, it's not surprising that the words of the Manifesto actually took root among the pre-industrial societies of Africa, China, South America and Russia – among the 'rural idiots', as Marx and Engels used to refer to people who worked on the land.

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After another minute Reuben brought forth the following sentence: I ha' scranleted two hundred furrows come five o'clock down i' the bute. It was a difficult remark, Flora felt, to which to reply.

There have always been Starkadders at Cold Comfort Farm

The woman of the mountains leads a difficult life, while the man is lord of the household. Whether he works, visits, or roams through the woods with dog and gun is nobody's business but his own. . . . He is entirely unable to understand any interference in his affairs by society; if he turns his corn into "likker," he is dealing with what is his. • WPA, The WPA Guide to Kentucky

The nettles and cow parsley came up in swathes, the bindweed trumpeting through the hedges

Aš, vaikas, s?d?davau ant lauko ežios ir ži?r?davau, kaip mano t?vas su s?tuve ant kaklo eidavo per lauk?, l?tai, vienodu žingsniu, mostas buvo sujungtas kartu su žeme, su lauku, su tom s?klom: joks jogas niekados nebus ar?iau šito pasaulio, šitos žem?s, kaip ?kininkas.

And she didn't want the first major address of what could be a history-making campaign to be set against a minimalistic backdrop like some farmer's back porch.