Village Quotes

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Juan Rulfo
“There you'll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees and leaves like a piggy bank filled with memories. You'll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, mid-day, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the color of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur...the pure murmuring of life.”
Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

David James Duncan
“Our lack of community is intensely painful. A TV talk show is not community. A couple of hours in a church pew each Sabbath is not community. A multinational corporation is neither a human nor a community, and in the sweatshops, defiled agribusiness fields, genetic mutation labs, ecological dead zones, the inhumanity is showing. Without genuine spiritual community, life becomes a struggle so lonely and grim that even Hillary Clinton has admitted "it takes a village".”
David James Duncan

W.B. Yeats
“In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class; every hour carries its new challenge. When you pass the inn at the end of the village you leave your favourite whimsy behind you; for you will meet no one who can share it. We listen to eloquent speaking, read books and write them, settle all the affairs of the universe. The dumb village multitudes pass on unchanging; the feel of the spade in the hand is no different for all our talk: good seasons and bad follow each other as of old. The dumb multitudes are no more concerned with us than is the old horse peering through the rusty gate of the village pound. The ancient map-makers wrote across unexplored regions, 'Here are lions.' Across the villages of fishermen and turners of the earth, so different are these from us, we can write but one line that is certain, 'Here are ghosts.' ("Village Ghosts")”
W.B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore

Catherynne M. Valente
“Many people in this room have an Etsy store where they create unique, unreplicable artifacts or useful items to be sold on a small scale, in a common marketplace where their friends meet and barter. I and many of my friends own more than one spinning wheel. We grow our food again. We make pickles and jams on private, individual scales, when many of our mothers forgot those skills if they ever knew them. We come to conventions, we create small communities of support and distributed skills--when one of us needs help, our village steps in. It’s only that our village is no longer physical, but connected by DSL instead of roads. But look at how we organize our tribes--bloggers preside over large estates, kings and queens whose spouses’ virtues are oft-lauded but whose faces are rarely seen. They have moderators to protect them, to be their knights, a nobility of active commenters and big name fans, a peasantry of regular readers, and vandals starting the occasional flame war just to watch the fields burn. Other villages are more commune-like, sharing out resources on forums or aggregate sites, providing wise women to be consulted, rabbis or priests to explain the world, makers and smiths to fashion magical objects. Groups of performers, acrobats and actors and singers of songs are traveling the roads once more, entertaining for a brief evening in a living room or a wheatfield, known by word of mouth and secret signal. Separate from official government, we create our own hierarchies, laws, and mores, as well as our own folklore and secret history. Even my own guilt about having failed as an academic is quite the crisis of filial piety--you see, my mother is a professor. I have not carried on the family trade.

We dwell within a system so large and widespread, so disorganized and unconcerned for anyone but its most privileged and luxurious members, that our powerlessness, when we can summon up the courage to actually face it, is staggering. So we do not face it. We tell ourselves we are Achilles when we have much more in common with the cathedral-worker, laboring anonymously so that the next generation can see some incremental progress. We lack, of course, a Great Work to point to and say: my grandmother made that window; I worked upon the door. Though, I would submit that perhaps the Internet, as an object, as an aggregate entity, is the cathedral we build word by word and image by image, window by window and portal by portal, to stand taller for our children, if only by a little, than it does for us. For most of us are Lancelots, not Galahads. We may see the Grail of a good Classical life, but never touch it. That is for our sons, or their daughters, or further off.

And if our villages are online, the real world becomes that dark wood on the edge of civilization, a place of danger and experience, of magic and blood, a place to make one’s name or find death by bear. And here, there be monsters.”
Catherynne M. Valente

Marianne Curley
“I did a research assignment on life in the Middle Ages only last year. I found the era fascinating, all that chivalry and court romance. But I never pictured anything as poor as this village. This is the pits. There's no romance here, definitely no chivary. And it stinks--of sweat and smoke and sewage.”
Marianne Curley, Old Magic

Nicki Chapelway
“There's a big difference between school formals and village dances that take place in fantasy worlds, but I'm pretty sure Easton already knows this.”
Nicki Chapelway, A Week of Werewolves, Faeries, and Fancy Dresses

“Nature doesn’t need knowledge, because nature is knowledge, knowledge manifest.”
Martin Pretchel

Tahir Shah
“The inertia of a jungle village is a dangerous thing. Before you know it your whole life has slipped by and you are still waiting there.”
Tahir Shah, House of the Tiger King: The Quest for a Lost City

Jalina Mhyana
“Back at the cottage we explored the topography of my body; twigs in my hair, calves striped red and my skirt smudged in meadowtones. The forest underlined me, accentuated me, illustrated me. I felt alive in that midnight village whose dark places left their signatures on my skin, whose bites still hummed around my wrists. I didn’t notice till then the thousand nettle stings rising like pearls; burning bracelets that my love kissed and rubbed with dock leaves; a folk remedy painting my pulse points green; honorary stalks.”
Jalina Mhyana, Dreaming in Night Vision: A Story in Vignettes

“A man that has not dealt with his foundation cannot deal with another man's foundation.”
Steven Chuks Nwaokeke

“I am somewhere in the middle of a village with all the modern amenities. There's something missing. Life? I reckon....”
Manasa Rao Saarloos

Alan Bradley
“Have you ever wondered, Dogger," I asked, "if wickedness is a chemical state?"
"Indeed I have, Miss Flavia," he said. "I have sometimes thought of little else.”
Alan Bradley, Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew'd

Lailah Gifty Akita
“There is a beautiful village in every country.”
Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind

Leonardo Donofrio
“Village life gently swirled around them, with the perpetual ebb and flow of people, scurrying in every direction. The village was a living, organic entity, with blood flowing through its veins, and with a definite pulse and heartbeat. It had its own distinct personality and its own dark caustic humour, and was constantly processing and regurgitating information through its winding, meandering streets.”
Leonardo Donofrio, Old Country

Laurens van der Post
“Modern man has lost the sense of wonder
about the unknown and he treats it as
an enemy.”
Laurens van der Post, Patterns of Renewal

“ब्याह औरतों से आँगन छीनता है और व्यापार मर्दों से गाँव.”
Satya Vyas, Chaurasi/चौरासी/84

Martin Wickramasinghe
“Simple and natural things are free from obscenity and vulgarity. The woman who lifts her breasts with a tight fitting brassier only reduces her feminine attractiveness by her efforts. The mature villager today is educated on the folk tales created by his ancestors who had drunk at the fount of experience. He enjoys, perhaps unconsciously, the beauty of woodland, river,rill, brook, montane forest, birds, beasts and fish. His likes and dislikes conditioned by nature are not complex. Simple things are devoid of unpleasantness. So, what he likes is not tainted with unpleasant qualities.”
Martin Wickramasinghe, Yuganthaya

Sarah Blakley-Cartwright
Dong.
Dong.
Dong.

The third toll of the church bells hovered in the air, and everything became still. Someone in the village had died. Valerie froze.
Dong.
A forth toll shattered the silence. The world split open, exposing a raw inside.
Valerie and Peter looked at each other first in confusion, then in awful understanding.
The fourth bell meant only one thing: Wolf attack.
She had never heard the fourth bell except for the time she and Peter had rung it themselves.
With those bells, Valerie knew.
Life would never be the same,”
Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood

Audrée Wilhelmy
“L'air de la grève refroidit quand on avance vers le large. La nuit est longue, pleine de fumée, les mouches ont déserté la plage: peut-être qu'il est trop tard et que les insectes aussi dorment quand il fait si noir.
Noé marche lentement. L'eau glaciale lui monte au genoux, mais elle sait nager, même dans les vagues très froides ou quand le presbytère brûle. Elle avance à reculons – dos aux flots, à fixer le village – parce qu'il y a cette ligne, juste sous le nombril: c'est terrible quand le tissu mouille jusque-là. Il vaut mieux se jeter tout le corps à l'eau d'un coup, pour ne pas sentir la barre froide monter le long du linge. De dos, le choc est moins vif contre la peau.
La nuit est grise de fumée, les nuages ressemblent à des éponges de mer qui se gonflent d'orage et de pluie. Noé recule, elle s'enfonce vers le large et soudain, des mains se referment sur ses épaules. Elle ne sursaute pas.”
Audrée Wilhelmy, Oss

“traditional folk music and dance in India ,specially women oriented . every folk music has a homely story where women are portraits as house wife within four walls ,who has only knowledge about her husband and households activities. world is for men . though this is changing now .”
litymunshi

Martin Wickramasinghe
“Primitive veddhas moulded images of women with full-blown breasts and legs. This was not to evoke sensuous pleasure, but as symbolic images related to their faith in religious fertility rites with the aim of increasing their return from harvesting and hunting. The modern artist magnifies the breasts of the woman in a painting in order to derive and to evoke erotic pleasure. That is how vulgarity enters their art.”
Martin Wickramasinghe, Yuganthaya

Martin Wickramasinghe
“Can society be blamed for thinking that one who did not share another's sorrows, was not stirred by injustice, did not shed a tear for the dead, was not provoked by taunts and insults, is a barren, anti-social human being?”
Martin Wickramasinghe, Yuganthaya

Steven Magee
“I have outlived a few of the kids that I grew up with in Knowsley Village, Liverpool, UK. Two dropped dead at eighteen years of age from heart attacks! They lived across the road from each other and played together. I wonder if it was some exposure that was common to them? Curiously, an entire family of three ladies all got breast cancer just round the corner from them, it killed my friend! A little further up the road another friend dropped dead of brain cancer in her thirties. Always seemed like far too much premature death in such a small area.”
Steven Magee

Obehi Peter Ewanfoh
“Dry your tears, woman, the boy will be found. Nobody can do him anything…” Gradually, the tears began to dry from Etusi’s eyes, thanks to Okokpujie’s words, a mighty force that swung the entire village to action. Pg.38”
Obehi Peter Ewanfoh, AMENDE: The Stream Water

Gervase Phinn
“Is there something else?"
"Well, there is actually. I can't get out of the chair. I'm stuck!”
Gervase Phinn, The Little Village School

Martin Wickramasinghe
“Malin had been born and bred in an upper-class family. Was that the cause of his dissillusionment and bitterness with that way of life? The way he could have peace of mind therefore, was by detaching himself from that way of life and battling against it. Would Prince Siddharta have renounced the world if he had been born into poverty?”
Martin Wickramasinghe, Yuganthaya

Joseph Mitchell
“Essa é uma das piores coisas que descobri sobre as emoções humanas e como elas podem ser muito traiçoeiras — o fato de que é possível odiar um lugar de todo coração e com toda a alma e ainda sentir saudade. Sem falar que é possível odiar uma pessoa de todo o coração e com toda a alma e ainda suspirar por ela.”
Joseph Mitchell, Joe Gould's Secret

Melanie Dobson
“Ella woke again as they entered the picturesque village of Bibury. A stone bridge arched over the placid River Coln, and Ella craned her neck to watch a swan and its fuzzy, brown cygnets floating alongside beds of watercress and the boggy watermeadow called Rack Isle.
Ella lifted her phone and snapped a picture. "It's like someone cued them."
"I called ahead." They drove past a row of sandstone cottages with colorful gardens, and in the center of town, Heather pointed out the ancient Saxon church. "St. Mary's was on a Christmas stamp a few decades back."
Ella rolled down her window to take another picture. "It's all so- so perfect.”
Melanie Dobson, Shadows of Ladenbrooke Manor

Amit Kalantri
“A city is a right place to build a business but not a right place to build a home.”
Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

Gervase Phinn
“Tha know where thy are we' ferrets. Ya never know
where ya are we' lasses”
Gervase Phinn, Trouble at the Little Village School

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