Quotes About Rural

Later, one of my first jobs was to feed the calves. It meant getting up before the crack of dawn and going to school stinking of manure - you can never shift the smell; it soaks your clothes and hair.

Then a neighbor, Mr Smith, had a dairy cow and an couple bulls. He showed me how to bluff a bull.

Not a living thing was to be seen and the cottages that sat huddled close to the ground remained fast shut; the smoke from the chimneys alone still gave a sign of life.

I'm not against accents - my husband's from Lancashire and has a rural Lancs accent. We've just got back from Scotland yesterday, and I love that Highland burr.

I grew up in the country, which is probably why I'm so attached to the land. I love it. I love the lay of the land. I love walking the land. And I love knowing that it's my land.

I've even delivered a few of their babies. (Wulf) Really? (Cassandra) Oh, yeah. You have to love the days before modern roads, and hospitals when I was up to my elbows in placenta. (Wulf)

Somerset has a wonderful wildness about it - it hasn't been tamed. This is farming country, and there's a realness here - I love it.

I love the farm, I love growing stuff.

I do think there's gonna always be a group of country people that are always going to love the old traditional sound.

Though I've lived in the rural West most of my life, I never once fell in love with a horse. Not once. Neither end.

The creation of agricultural enterprises represents one of the most effective ways to stimulate rural development.

The citrus belt . . . has three dominant symbols: the church, the orange, and the 'no-trespass' signs.

Yancy might have found humor in the bourbon-soaked TV version of rural Southern life, if Buck was just another harmless stooge. But he wasn't. He was a septic inspiration to impressionable mouth-breathers such as Benny the Blister.

We have a strong agricultural heritage in Kansas.

As long as there's a few farmers out there, we'll keep fighting for them.

I grew up in Kentucky, but I did not grow up like that. I had heat, and I didn't have to shoot my dinner or anything.

I was born at home in rural Kentucky, in 1942, in a house that my father Howard had built. He did most of the construction himself and built it on land that his father had given him when he married my mother Faye.

In the country in Kentucky, people are just amazed that anybody in New York wants to read about their lives.

I had wanted to become an actress, but in Cane Fork where I come, from being an actress meant the movies and Kim Novak. So I didn't try.

The farm life, the space, the muck, I absolutely loved it - it was like having your own kingdom.

I'm just a Connecticut country boy. The people I've known, the changes of season, the call of the blue jay - when I'm away, all of them haunt me.

The bushes parted and a man stepped out. Gytha could see at once this was no charcoal burner. His fine red leather gloves and boots were not fashioned by any cordwainer in these parts. Nor was he a man who needed to hunt to fill his family's hungry bellies, for the flash from the gold thread on the trim of his tunic was enough to alert any quarry for miles around.

My mother is thirty-one years old, but the land out here paints old age onto her.

The countryside they