Quotes About Rural

An old man who's happy not to have cowshit on his neck.

The future of India lies in its villages

The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land.

The town where I grew up has a zip code of E-I-E-I-O.

Nebraska with

smartass ice heathens from the north descended upon small-town America to laugh at the superstitious but numerically superior yokels of the heartland. In a breathtakingly accurate preview of things to come, the yokels actually won the trial, but history judged them the losers—thanks mainly to the flamboyant propaganda of a godless misanthrope named H. L. Mencken, the brilliant Darwinian ancestor of the modern liberal media.

The openness of rural Nebraska certainly influenced me. That openness, in a way, fosters the imagination. But growing up, Lincoln wasn't a small town. It was a college town. It had record stores and was a liberal place.

wrestling with a curiosity about country living that seemed strangely akin to a homophobic person "struggling with same-sex attraction." As much as I wanted to be a creature of the city, as much as I'd organized my entire life around the overpriced, undersized vagaries of Manhattan living, I sometimes found myself wanting desperately to live on a farm, or at least near one.

But in the outside world, in places (on the rare occasions I visited them) where the vast blankness of the land and sky made even the enormous supermarkets seem tiny, where, to many, words like "Vassar" were just a random sequence of letters, where weather mattered more than most anything else, I often felt lost, irrelevant, fatuous. I

Don't ever eat your bread without remembering the hardworking peasants!

Morning in the city is not a real morning; morning of the shepherd, that is the real morning!

The best thing about a horrible city is that it makes you to understand the beauty of the pastoral life! The bad crystallizes the value of the good.

As far as Sabrina could tell, the only crop this town grew was mud.

If debts are not written down, they will expand and become a lever for creditors to pry away land and income from the indebted economy at large. That is why debt cancellations to save rural economies from insolvency were deemed sacred from Sumer and Babylonia through the Bible.

I feel this evening that I am too hopelessly and happily corrupted by the richness of London life to ever be right for Dorset, or vice-versa.

It's not that the Midwest lacks bustle; it's just that away from the cities, the deadlines are imposed by the earth and its seasons.

People who look down on us poor country folk usually won't admit that anything worthwhile can come out of here.

Fairacre children could handle tools, and had the plodding unhurried methods of the countryman that produce amazing results. Here was the perfect medium for their inborn skill. The golden sand was turned, raked, piled, patted and ornamented with shells and seaweed,

I heard so many stories from Gaomi's peasants that I had an irrepressible urge to write them down. Today, Gaomi's peasants know that they have become famous around the world through my writings, but I think they are a little puzzled by this.

Old Du," he said, "what would people think if you started a fight with a blind man? We all live in the same village. We win some arguments and we lose others, but it's always a matter of someone's bowl smashing into someone else's plate, and that's how it goes. Up there on Changbai Mountain, it's no easy matter to run into a fellow villager, so you feel as if you're with family!

Nell'ottavo mese lunare, in autunno avanzato, distese sconfinate di sorgo scintillavano come un mare di sangue.

Southern politicians shortchanged rural Americans in another crucial way: they made sure that the New Deal's signature Social Security program excluded farm laborers.

In his dark story collection Poachers, Tom Franklin, who once worked in a grit factory, offers the sad and sorry lives of people stuck in the back-waters of the Alabama River, who tend to subsist on a steady diet of moon-shine and stale crackers.

in a county where romantic partners were as scarce as yaks.