Quotes About Rural

she lost twenty minutes sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees, smiling into the pretty glow and imagining herself a contented farmer's wife waiting for her man to come in from the fields.

LATE IN THE MORNING, A MAN DROVE AN OLD WAGON, hitched to a pair of mules

farmhouses and shacks, the families settling

brown hair, pebbly eyes dark beneath his straw hat, drove a team of workhorses from the west. His cheeks were sunburned

If I were any of those things, I think the last place I'd be is in the middle of nowhere. I'm guessing you don't have a huge drug or slave problem in your one-stoplight town." "Two," she snapped. "There are two stoplights." "Oh, well, then, I'll see if I can get the slave trade going in your thriving metropolis.

those living in rural areas have higher levels of stress and fewer resources to cope with stress. For example,

Do you know anything about cattle?" "Olivia, Irish butter is known to be the best in the world. Wher do you think we get it from? Chickens? I grew up on a farm. More over." (Conor)

I'd be okay with that kind of trouble," Amber said, as a pair of flannel-clad farm boys headed toward them.

Corn can add inches in a single day; if you listened, you could hear it grow.

Far less tragic—and certainly less attention-grabbing—was a second, very profound event that also happened in 2008. Its exact timing will never be known, but at some instant during the year, the number of people living in urban areas grew to briefly match, for a few seconds, the number of people living in rural areas. Then, somewhere, a city baby was born. From that child forward, for the first time in our history, the human race became urban in its majority.

Della mia infanzia non mi restava altro che l'estate. Le vie strette che sbucavano nei campi da ogni parte, di giorno e di sera, erano i cancelli della vita e del mondo.

In rural and struggling Lexington, Virginia, Lee's new postwar home, one writer joked darkly dollars were so scarce that they had to be introduced to one another when they met on Main Street.

I was given the job of milking the cows, finally, and it got me up earlier than anybody. But it was kind of nice, pulling at those cows' tits.

If you would be known, and not know, vegetate in a village; If you would know, and not be known, live in a city.

It was sufficiently late in the year for the orchards to be ruddy with ripe apples; and in a few places the hop-pickers were already at work. I thought it all extremely beautiful, and made up my mind to sleep among the hops that night: imagining some cheerful companionship in the long perspectives of poles, with the graceful leaves twining

In the country sometimes I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

O pirralho não se mexeu, e fabiano desejou matá-lo.

All the really good ideas I ever had came to me while I was milking a cow.

Once you educate the boys,they tend to leave the villages and go search for work in the cities. But the girls stay home, become leaders in the community, and pass on what they've learned.

Marxism-Leninism offered little guidance to rural Afghan society, with its ancient concepts and ways. Since Moscow's obligatory ideological treatment of war-most important, between socialist and capitalist forces-did not include explanations of a popular uprising against an (at least nominal) socialist state, the Kremlin failed to understand its new mujahadeen enemy.

Marxism-Leninism offered little guidance to rural Afghan society, with its ancient concepts and ways.

There are elements of intrinsic beauty in the simplification of a house built on the log cabin idea.

We Mexican-Americans in Orange County created wab to describe our wabby brothers and sisters, and all you Central Valley wabs could come up with to insult your unassimilated paisanos is chunti?! Chunti is shorthand for chúntaro, what Mexicans in Mexico call the poorer, rural Mexicans—

Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries like a crippling weight upon his back.