Quotes About Rural

No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge.

She could hear a distant coughing of a sheep.

The current antidote for rural despair, he thought, crack cocaine and liquor.

Oh Mary, go and call the cattle home…Across the sands of Dee.

And farmers, those whose lives are connected to the lake yet uninterested in it, sit atop green or red tractors beneath dusty brimmed hats, roll cigarettes, and pull at the earth for one more year like a pig suckling the hind teat.

I like chickens," said Norwood. "You can go in a chicken house at night and they're all sitting there on them poles facing the front like they was riding an elevator.

I like the streets of New York City, where I was born,better than these streets of palms.No doubt, my father liked his village in Ukrainiabetter than the streets of New York City;and my grandfather the city and its synagogue,where he once read aloud the holy books,better than the villagein which he dickered in the market-place.

If you didn't know it already, now you do: old dudes from rural Taiwan are comfortable with their karaoke and when they do karaoke for some reason they love no one like they love John Denver.

Every summer I'd spend a couple of months on the farm in Yale walking the dirt road that led to the highway, picking wild raspberries along the way. Often I'd walk out into the watermelons, pick one up over my head, and let it fall so that it split wide open. Then I'd eat the sweet heart out of it and leave the rest to the birds.

In the country! Oh, in the country I always fear that creation will expire before tea-time.

God made the country, and man made the town.

People tell me that the countryside must always be stupid and backward, and I get angry, as if it were said that only townspeople had immortal souls, and it was only in the city that the flame of divinity breathed into the first men had any unobscured glow.

My dear boy... anybody can be good in the country.

There is a great renaissance going on. The flood of brains and imagination from the country to the cities is being stemmed — and a gradually increasing trickle is running in the opposite direction.

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.

All my own making," Estelle said. "Oh, of course, sister held the nails and bossed, but I did it. I like it, too. It's more fun than working red poppies on tidies—that's about all they'll let you do back East." "It doesn't matter much what you do out here," said Rivers, meaningly. "Oh yes, it does. Some things are wrong anywhere; but there are other things which people think are wrong that are only unusual," she answered, and he knew she knew what he meant.

Country folks will survive

In our nation's popular culture, country life in the 1800s has often been portrayed as an idyllic experience, one that cultivated such quintessentially American values as self-reliance, rugged independence, a reverence for the land, a belief in the importance of hard work and self-sacrifice, and a willingness to fight when necessary for home, family, and community.

In the years immediately following the end of the Great War, approximately fifty thousand one-room schools were replaced with these "fine upstanding structures—schools that in every way compare[d] with big-city institutions." By 1922, there were roughly "12,000 of this new type of school in the United States." Indiana alone had more than one thousand; Ohio, Iowa, and Minnesota more than nine hundred, four hundred, and three hundred, respectively.6

Those on the other side of the debate argued forcefully that consolidated schools—with their advanced curriculums, professionally trained teachers, and classes extending through high school—were the only means of affording farm children the kind of educational opportunities available to their urban counterparts. In the end, after two years of bitter struggle, the proponents of consolidation prevailed in Bath when the township voted to fund a new school.10

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I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life in the village began.

When I judged it to be tea-time I sat on an old stone wall and opened my tin of treacle biscuits. As I ate them I could hear mother banging the kettle on the hob and my brothers rattling their tea-cups. The biscuits tasted sweetly of the honeyed squalor of home – still only a dozen miles away.

I belong to the generation of workers who, born in the villages and hamlets of rural Poland, had the opportunity to acquire education and find employment in industry, becoming in the course conscious of their rights and importance in society.