Quotes About Village

THE LITTLE HOUSE AT CROIX-ROUSSE Georges Simenon

In 1922 there were barely a hundred people living in the village. Fewer than half of those were women. Of forty-seven women, twenty-one were old ladies. Another twenty were middle-aged wives. Three were young mothers, each with a daughter in diapers. One was his sister. That left two marriageable girls. Whom Desdemona now rushed to nominate.

Wilder watched Armstrong head back to video village under the lights of the set, attacking another apple as she went, and thought, Apples and women . Not a good history there.

I don't know whether it is that I am built wrong, but I never did seem to hanker after tombstones myself. I know that the proper thing to do, when you get to a village or town, is to rush off to the churchyard, and enjoy the graves; but it is a recreation that I always deny myself. I take no interest in creeping round dim and chilly churches behind wheezy old men, and reading epitaphs. Not even the sight of a bit of cracked brass let into a stone affords me what I call real happiness.

Brother fought against brother, fathers swung axes against sons in front of their mothers. An invisible force divided people, split families, addled brains. Only the elders remained sane, scurrying from one side to the other, begging the combatants to make peace. They cried in their squeaky voices that there was enough war in the world without starting one in the village.

Molly dove into the pastries. It had been a very long walk from the village and she'd been living on sandwiches and a thermos of cold tea. "These are delicious!" she said, around a mouthful of pastry. "Is learning to cook from first husband," said Cook. "Then is cooking him. Lousy husband. Second husband is chef, much better.

Living in a fairly remote village one soon learns to accept that having a roof, a fire, some warm clothes and enough to eat are really the only material essentials for a comfortable life.

When someone else in the village tried to extort money from Williams over damaged banana trees, he felt it was a sure sign they were reentering civilization

I looked at the girls and sighed. Poor creatures, I said to myself, you also will end up in his jump heap. Lawrence isn't one to be caught by partygoers. When he's had his fill of your sort, he will go home to his village and dig out a farm girl, like a cocoyam, a girl who will produce his kids while he continues to enjoy his freedom.

he will go home to his village and dig out a farm girl, like a cocoyam

I also have a soft spot for spicy chicken wings. They are always best eaten at dives and sports bars, like Wogie's in the West Village, New York City, near my house.

Because we are a globally connected village, we need to remember that our choices are not isolated. They have a powerful ripple effect, and that ripple is global.

Here is another vignette of medieval England. John and Agnes Page, from a village in Kent, took John Pistor to the manor court. Agnes Page had purchased John Pistor's wife in exchange for a pig worth 3 shillings; John Pistor was happy with the arrangement for a while, but eventually he asked that his wife be returned to him on payment of 2 shillings. The bargain was agreed, but Pistor did not pay the sum. The jury found against him.

It was a business that engaged a significant part of the nation; the wool was given to village women to comb and to spin before being sent to the weaver; to this day, an unmarried woman is known as a spinster.

What a marvelous sunset,' she said. 'Yes,' replied her husband. 'Most impressive for such a small village.

Zahara de la Sierra is a picturesque village of whitewashed houses famously known as pueblos blancos. Tourists flock to the town for breathtaking views of the surrounding mountains and the clear, turquoise waters of the Zahara-El Gastor reservoir—not to mention the scintillating

The Right has been hamstrung in resistance by adherence to law; for, to a conservative, what greater crime than adopting terror (the rejection of law) to preserve law? (Compare this from the Vietnam War: "We destroyed the village in order to save

Hugh and I returned to Normandy the following summer, and I resumed my identity as the village idiot. "See you again yesterday!" I said to the butcher. "Ashtray! Bottleneck!

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Nothing of the smallest interest was going to happen today, at all events, and he could not for the life of him say why he had come there himself, except that, having finished the lecture on torts, he was at a loose end that morning, and that sitting with his neighbours in the village hall made a change from pottering round the garden at home.

They were fletchers." "Fletchers?" "People who made arrows and feathered them—I can tell you that much. The village down the road is called Archerfield, so it's only reasonable to suppose that they practised archery in that big meadow down by the stream." "And the people in this house made the arrows!

Am I an infant in arms?" demanded Iain. "Och, well—I wouldn't go so far—but a woman from the village— Och, no, that would not do at all—and me promised to Miss Walker on the Holy Name to see to MacAslan myself—" "Janet had no business to ask you," Iain told her. He was beginning to feel quite angry. It was all very well for people to be fond of you, but these women were smothering him with their solicitude.

Do not mistake my compassion for injured creatures as any kind of personal interest, Mr. Devlin. I once bandaged the paw of a stray dog I found in the village. I would place you in the same category as he." "My angel of mercy.

It used to happen in villages and towns in China that they would have - I guess you'd call them beauty contests - where all of the women of a particular village or town would be seated behind these screens or curtains with only their feet showing.