Quotes About Rural

Rural life in the winter months was rugged: snow-blurred and alcohol-fueled, violent and fast.

Annileen said you were riding in from the east, the other day. I don't guess you've ever heard of the Lars family?" Ben cleared his throat. "The Lars, you say?

Speeding along in that bus was like hurtling into the abyss. By the time we had left the swamps and reached those rolling hills near Baton Rouge, I was getting afraid that some rural rednecks might toss bombs at the bus. They love to attack vehicles, which are a symbol of progress, I guess.

If we want to impart education best suited to the needs of the villagers, we should take the vidyapith to the villages.

To educate the peasantry, three things are needed: schools, schools and schools.

Land is an emotional subject with a farmer in India because it is his only means of income.

Environmental damage such as graffiti, fly-posting and general littering is a menace that is becoming all too prevalent, not just in inner cities but in many communities - urban and rural.

Habíamos dormido en casas campesinas, humildes, sintiendo el roce de la piedra al lado de la almohada, el correteo de los ratones, el extraño crujir de las camas transportando suspiros desde los cuartos matrimoniales, los pasos balbucientes de un anciano y el sonido de caracola del orinal en la noche, el saúco en lucha contra el viento en la ventana, el ir y el venir de las contraseñas centinelas de los perros.

By 375 the occupancy of villas had fallen by a third, and in towns it had fallen by a half.

Adam the while Waiting desirous her return, had wove Of choicest flowers a garland, to adorn Her tresses, and her rural labours crown As reapers oft are wont their harvest queen

As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight;

The spirituality of the rural mind does not see time as routine or treadmill; time is a far more precious space where crevices open into the infinite, and where the rhythm of the eternal is felt to preside.

Gotta love high-tech rednecks, Weaver said

Some of the locals have rendered assistance, Weaver said. I'd make a redneck joke but I are one.

GRAY-EYED COLE SAT in his bedroom window, looking out over the road, a scoped Ruger 10/22 in his hands. Squirrel rifle. Below him, a quilt hung on the wire clothesline, airing out. Before the end of the day, the quilt would smell like early-summer fields, with a little gravel dust mixed in. A wonderful smell, a smell like home.

thirty thousand dollars' worth of one-dollar bills?—he turned off the highway and onto the dirt road that would take him to Ralph's place.

most old farmhouses were built like that.

there, looking for a man they wouldn't find. They'd go because they'd know for sure that Horn couldn't be in Goodhue County, where he'd be known and chased on sight. . . . Horn had suggested another step: killing a woman from the Alexandria area, still farther

any dairies or pig farms around there. We could

In a perfect world this wouldn't be necessary, but I don't live in a perfect world, I live in rural Ohio. [Blog post mentioning Internet Access problems where he lives: whateverDOTscalziDOTcom/2019/02/26/smudge-shot-plus-internet-update/]

And I am sure that, as all pendulums reverse their swing, so eventually will the swollen cities rupture like dehiscent wombs and disperse their children back to the countryside.

There was a wall against learning. A man wanted his children to read, to figure, and that was enough. More might make them dissatisfied and flighty. And there were plenty of examples to prove that learning made a boy leave the farm to live in the city—to consider himself better than his father. Enough.

He don't like no fancy stuff like that. He don't even like word writin'. Kinda scares 'im, I guess. Ever' time Pa seen writin', somebody took somepin away from 'im.

we're gonna have a little house and a couple of acres an' a cow and some pigs