Rural Life Quotes

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Carlos Ruiz Zafón
“In small towns, news travels at the speed of boredom.”
Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Arthur Conan Doyle
“It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I

Sheri Reynolds
“Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just changes shape.”
Sheri Reynolds

Arthur Conan Doyle
“Do you know, Watson," said he, "that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I

Melina Marchetta
“City people. They may know how to street fight but they don't know how to wade through manure.”
Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road

Edith Wharton
“...but these backwaters of existence sometimes breed, in their sluggish depths, strange acuities of emotion... ("Afterward")”
Edith Wharton, American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from Poe to the Pulps

Jane Harper
“The the street was quiet again. Country quiet.

That's partly what took city natives like the Whitlams by surprise, Falk thought: the quiet. He could understand them seeking out the idyllic country lifestyle, a lot of people did. The idea had an enticing, wholesome glow when it was weighed out from the back of a traffic jam, or while crammed into a gardenless apartment. They all had the same visions of breathing fresh clean air and knowing their neighbors. The kids would eat home-grown veggies and learn the value of an honest day's work.

On arrival, as the empty moving truck disappeared form sight, they looked around and were always taken aback by the crushing vastness of the open land. The space was the thing that hit them first. There was so much of it. There was enough to drown in. To look out and see not another soul between you and the horizon could be a strange and disturbing sight.

Soon, they discovered that the veggies didn't grow as willingly as they had in the city window box. That every single green shoot had to be coaxed and prized from the reluctant soil, and the neighbors were too busy doing the same on an industrial scale to muster much cheer in their greetings. There was no daily bumper-to-bumper commute, but there was also nowhere much to drive to.

Falk didn't blame the Whitlams, he'd seen it many times before when he was a kid. The arrivals looked around at the barrenness and the scale and the sheer bloody hardness of the land, and before long their faces all said exactly the same thing. "I didn't know it was like this."

He turned away, remembering how the rawness of local life had seeped into the kids' paintings at the school. Sad faces and brown landscapes.”
Jane Harper, The Dry

Arlene Stafford-Wilson
“The eldest ones said that the laughter and tears are sewn right into the quilt, part and parcel, stitch by stitch. Emotions, experiences, heartbreak, mourning, pain and regret, stitched into the cloth, along with happiness, satisfaction, cheer, comfort, and love. The finished quilts were a living thing, a reflection of the spirits of its creators.”
Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Connections - Memories Among the Maples

Manjushree Thapa
“Tourists who come to Nepal look at terraced fields and see their beauty but remain blind to the hard labour they extract from tillers.”
Manjushree Thapa, Forget Kathmandu: An Elegy for Democracy

Mehmet Murat ildan
“What use cities have for us? Their greatest use is to make us to realise the beauties of the rural life!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Henry Williamson
“ feelings for the countryside…the beauty and the wildness, the enchantment of so much colour and life and warmth of the sun. Most people are restless in the country, they feel a vacancy, and want to get back to the shops and pavements and traffic; what they call life. Sometimes this war seems to have come directly out of that restlessness.”
Henry Williamson, The Golden Virgin

“Nelson, do you remember the spring day when we climbed the barn gable so we could see the seagulls that mysteriously blew into our clay hills-- swept from an ocean neither of us had ever seen though it was scarcely a hundred miles away, each bird a genuine miracle high above the green barley? The time we saw that panther in the sycamore tree and Maw said it was the sign of war? Nelson, I am sixty-three years old, the same age that both Maw and Daddy were when they died. I have written this in testimony. With this book, I presume to be done now with such remembrance. But somehow I suspect it will go on, this peering down old wells, this excavation of memory and its shades.”
Joe Bageant, Rainbow Pie

Mehmet Murat ildan
“There is no rural life in a countryman’s dream and there is no city life in a townsman’s dream! We often dream of the other shores, not our own shore!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

“I knew the kind of look she'd given me. She was like people back home in Halifax, where people's friendliness was a measure of how big a fool they thought you were. They liked the look of themselves doing favours and thought you might fall for thinking that was kindness.”
Rebecca Silver Slayter, In The Land Of Birdfishes: A Novel

“I am sure. But how does uploading videos about, say, 'women are empowered to fuck a donkey if they wish', help a rural woman who might have a donkey but no internet?" Appy asked.”
Sreejib, Aqson Level 1

“Sometimes in winter there comes a spell of snowstorms and sunshine and terrific contentment. On snowy afternoons there is a special blessedness in saying, oh it is too snowy to chop wood this afternoon. And the gray snow sifts down, and one takes off one's boots and sits by the fire and is glad of the way wool socks smell; and a pie is baking in the oven, and the gray snow is sifting down.”
Elliott Merrick, Green Mountain Farm

Greg Seeley
“I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him - but he was a good and faithful horse.

From "Eulogy for a Percheron" in "The Horse Lawyer and Other Poems”
Greg Seeley, The Horse Lawyer and Other Poems

Fennel Hudson
“We get so used to the gregarious nature of our towns and villages that we forget how crowded our existence has become.”
Fennel Hudson, Wild Carp - Fennel's Journal - No. 4

Petter Dass
“Men Hammerøe ligger der inde med Land,
Beskicket for en residerende Mand,
Som Tienesten bør at forrette;
Indbyggerne have der ligedan Kaar,
Som andre der pløyer og høster og slaar,
Thi kand jeg ey videre sette.”
Petter Dass, The Trumpet of Nordland

Petter Dass
“Men dersom Nordfarernes Troe var saa stoer,
De kunde faa Bergen henfløttet i Noer,
Ved ongefahr hundrede Miile;
Hvor skulle den ganske Nordlendingens Tract,
Af inderste Hierte sig fryde med Magt,
Med lystige Ansigter smiile.”
Petter Dass, The Trumpet of Nordland

William H. Hudson
“One extraordinary feature of the private quintas or orchards and plantations in the vicinity of the Saladeros was the walls or hedges. These were built entirely of cows' skulls, seven, eight, or nine deep, placed evenly like stones, the horns projecting. Hundreds of thousands of skulls had been thus used, and some of the old, very long walls, crowned with green grass and with creepers and wild flowers growing from the cavities in the bones, had a strangely picturesque but somewhat uncanny appearance.”
William Henry Hudson, Far Away and Long Ago

Amor Towles
“A much larger covey hails from the stalwart states that begin with the letter I--like Iowa and Indiana and Illinois. Bred with just the right amount of fresh air, roughhousing, and ignorance, these primitive blondes set out from the cornfields looking like starlight with limbs.”
Amor Towles, Rules of Civility

“As long as the murderer had not been tracked down and disarmed, no one felt safe. But not because they were dealing with a murder. Murder itself was nonsense; who hadn’t, one might ask, had occasion to murder, if not while drunk, then in combat, at any rate? Murder wasn’t the problem; it was ill will, the degree of malice.”
Iliazd, Rapture

Vincent Okay Nwachukwu
“Without potable water in rural areas, the challenge of hygiene is as long as it is broad. The long arm of infection casts a long shadow on dwellers.”
Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

Lee Mu-young
“If you go further into some of those rural places, you'll see people who can't even get one meal a day, whether it's millet rice or barley. It won't do to look down on people like that. Try looking at them upside down! To you, we look like dogs or pigs living like this, but if you got to know us, you'd see that we actually live like gods. You can't compare us to your salarymen. Those people in Seoul who live on stone fields full of smoke? See how I look, how other people look. Our faces are not pale and wan like you, are they? If that's not living like the gods, what is?”
Lee Mu-young, Act 1, Scene 1

Mehmet Murat ildan
“Rural life is heaven for the urban-people, but when it comes to go to this heaven, they prefer to stay in the hell!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

“Fata prășea și vite mulgea,
Fata în treling trebăluia.
Adidașii rupți - nu prea tare
Fată în treling, fă de mâncare.”
Timotei Drob, Tone de aur

“When women's lib hit the headlines many of these second-generation ranch women sniffed around its edges and pitched it back like a dead carp. If equality meant doing a man's work, you could have it. That brand of equality had dug their mothers an early grave and was three feet down on their own. They'd come a long way baby, and were on the road back to being real ladies -- or so it appeared.”
Judy Blunt, Breaking Clean

Trevor Rhone
I grew up with my family in Bellas Gate, in a big old ramshackle house. Deep rural. Mountainous. Mist-covered after the rain. Beautiful. Isolated. No radios. No telephones. Life was sweet. Life was harsh.
Trevor Rhone, Bellas Gate Boy

Ralph Cover
“I’ve done a few things away from the land, but it seems to be in the blood, a part of the DNA. It’s a magnet, a sense, almost an obsession. Perhaps it’s a sense of belonging. It’s difficult to explain. There are many hardships and heartaches along the way in rural life, but if you leave it, you’re invariably drawn back, like a guardian of the land.”
Ralph Cover, Who the Hell Is Ralphy?

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