Quotes About Village

and how sometimes when she can't get her clients talking about what happened over there she'll get a map of the country, an appropriate map for their world, and pinpoint where they last lived, where their family went missing. Sometimes they would be reluctant to talk, but when they saw the map they would point to a place and say, "There. My village," and that's how their dialogue would begin. With a sense of place.

James Baldwin's "Stranger in the Village" (1953) describes a winter's stay in an isolated Swiss hamlet called Leukerbad. I have known that essay almost as long as I've known Faulkner's own work, and I never reread it without a sense of profound discomfort, an uneasiness with American life and my own cushioned place within it.

You could travel mile after empty mile seeing nobody, nothing—just the rugged Meseta—and then happen upon an ancient village of a hundred homes, all conjoined and crowded together, enjambed and encircling a church, a castle, each village with its Franco-era frontón, linked, for better or worse, in prayer, in drink, in song. I

Millions, Señor —then what would I do?" "Ah," the American said, "then you could retire, move to a small coastal fishing village where you could just sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll into the village in the evening where you could sip wine and play guitar with your amigos." (Author unknown)

The man picked her up in Vernazza, a picturesque village perched along the rugged coastline of the Italian Riviera.

And over the village slipped the days, passing into the nights; the weeks flowed by, the months crept on, the wind howled, and glassified with an autumnal, translucent, greenish-azure, The Don flowed tranquilly down to the sea.

She was thanking everybody because she believed, as do many Japanese, that it takes a village to raise a child. I was the product of a group effort rather than any given individual. And the group was Gion Kobu.

Since the start of collectivization, the necessities of life had almost completely disappeared from the shelves of the village store.

Ottery St Mary, Devon

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!

Finch, a small and somnolent village set among the rolling hills and the patchwork fields of the Cotswolds, a pastoral haven described in countless guidebooks as one of the prettiest regions in England

One of the first things Vincent explained to Norma was that there was a certain freedom of language in the Village that mustn't shock her. It wasn't vulgar. 'So we sat darning socks on Waverly Place and practiced the use of profanity as we stitched. Needle in, shit. Needle out, piss. Needle in, fuck. Needle out, cunt. Until we were easy with the words.

One of the first things Vincent explained to Norma was that there was a certain freedom of language in the Village that mustn't shock her. It wasn't vulgar. 'So we sat darning socks on Waverly Place and practiced the use of profanity as we stitched. Needle in, . Needle out, piss. Needle in, . Needle out, c. Until we were easy with the words.

Teaching in a village school in Nepal was a freaking piece of cake compared to teaching in my native land.

It was like the village all over again; she had won, but still must leave. She could not bear it.

Everywhere, despite all the sorrows from which our lives are woven, there will flash a glittering dream of joy, just like a brilliant carriage with gold trappings, fairytale steeds, sparkling windows which suddenly appears from nowhere and flashes past some wretched backwater village, which has never seen anything other than farm carts, and for a long time after the peasants remain standing, mouths agape and caps still doffed, although the wondrous carriage has long since passed from view

I know that if you spend enough on each person person in a village, you will change their lives. If you put in enough resources-enough mzungu,foreigners, technical assistance, and money-lives change. I know that....The problem is, when you walk, what happens? -Simon Bland

the sacrifice of the village of Altavilla, shelled out of existence because it might have contained Germans.

Greenwich Village... the village of low rents and high arts.

DORO DISCOVERED THE WOMAN by accident when he went to see what was left of one of his seed villages.

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.

The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other downThe swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While secret laughter titter'd round the placeThe bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,The matrons glance that would those looks reproveThese were thy charms, sweet village sports like these,With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to pleaseThese were thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,These were thy charms -- but all these charms are fled.

The village of Market Blandings is one of those sleepy hamlets which modern progress has failed to touch... The church is Norman, and the intelligence of the majority of the natives palaeozoic.

I am _not_ a woman from your village." His eyes narrowed. "No, you are not, for if you were, you would be grateful for the better fate Connor has won for you with his blood. Rather than thinking only of yourself, you would be beside him now, tending his hurts.