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

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

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

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

May Sarton
“Self-reliance? Yes, but that first spring I had to learn dependency too. By crying for help and seeing help come from several directions, I began to learn what the village is all about: on the one hand, respect for privacy, and on the other, awareness of each other’s needs. So, however solitary some of us may look to an outsider, we are in truth part of an invisible web and supported by its presence.”
May Sarton, Plant Dreaming Deep

“Things used to be so much easier.”
Jordan Hoechlin

Mehmet Murat ildan
“A person with a universal mind who lives in a remote village knows the world much better than a person with a local mind who lives in a big city!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

“Never make trouble in the village’ is an unspoken law, but it’s a binding law. You may know about your neighbours’ sins and shortcomings, but you must never name them aloud. It’d make trouble, and small societies want to avoid trouble.”
E.C.R. Lorac, Speak Justly of the Dead

Amit Kalantri
“Living in a city shouldn't make you cynical and living in a village shouldn't make you vulnerable.”
Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

Corinne Beenfield
“Heaven might have streets of gold, but this entire town is covered in it. Amber sunlight is everywhere, glowing off of the yellow brick buildings, reflecting from the windows, even hanging in the dust. Sunlight, apparently, smells like slightly overripe fruit, the kind perfect for the picking, that shouldn’t be left for any other day. It’s meant to be enjoyed now.”
Corinne Beenfield, Where Green Meets Blue

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

Leo Tolstoy
“Я нигде так не скучал по деревне, русской деревне, с лаптями и мужиками, как прожив с матушкой зиму в Ницце. Ницца сама по себе скучна, вы знаете. Да и Неаполь, Сорренто хороши только на короткое время. И именно там особенно живо вспоминается Россия, и именно деревня.”
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Amit Kalantri
“A city has no sense, no sentiment, no soul.”
Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

Iris Murdoch
“Village life can be terribly unpeaceful!”
Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet

Steven Magee
“Living near the Hawaiian fishing village of Milolii on the Island of Hawaii put me in frequent contact with the Hawaiians. I found them to be good people that treated me well and we were harmonious neighbors.”
Steven Magee

“In the distance, smoke plumes from brick kilns where men, women and children will spend their entire lives on their knees under the sun cooling, patting, stacking, packing red bricks that are sent across the country. They will never leave that burning land, always thousands of rupees short of freeing themselves from their debts to the kiln’s owner”
Sanam Maher, The Sensational Life and Death of Qandeel Baloch

Jean Giono
“Aubignane, like a small wasps' nest, was stuck against the salient of the plateau. It was true that only three persons remained there. A grassless slope went down from the village. Almost at the bottom, there was a patch of soft earth and the wiry hair of a stunted osier bed. Below was a narrow valley with a little water.”
Jean Giono, Regain

J.R.R. Tolkien
“There was trouble away in the South, and it seemed that the Men who had come up the Greenway were on the move, looking for lands where they could find some peace.
The Bree-folk were sympathetic, but plainly not very ready to take a large number of strangers into their little land. One of the travellers, a squint-eyed ill-favoured fellow, was foretelling that more and more people would be coming north in the near future. ‘If room isn’t found for them, they’ll find it for themselves. They’ve a right to live, same as other folk,’ he said loudly. The local inhabitants did not look pleased at the prospect.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“It doesn’t take a village. Rather, it takes the God Who created the village.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

Kamel Daoud
“There’s no geography in this story. Generally speaking, it takes place in three settings of national importance: the city, whether that one or another one; the mountains, where you take refuge when you’re attacked or you want to make war; and the village, which is for each and every one of us the ancestral home.”
Kamel Daoud, The Meursault Investigation

“A village becomes a town when a tomato trades before it reaches the belly.”
Mantaranjot Mangat, Plotless

Guy de Maupassant
“J’aime ce pays, et j’aime y vivre parce que j’y ai mes racines, ces profondes et délicates racines, qui attachent un homme à la terre où sont nés et morts ses aïeux, qui l’attachent à ce qu’on pense et à ce qu’on mange, aux usages comme aux nourritures, aux locutions locales, aux intonations des paysans, aux odeurs du sol, des villages et de l’air lui-même.”
Guy de Maupassant, Guy de Maupassant - Le Horla

“En ese momento me di cuenta de que Sarah no era solo una chica más, una chica del pueblo cualquiera, sino alguien que había llegado al corazón de mucha gente, y parecía que lo había hecho de forma adecuada: para quedarse.”
Josh T. Baker, La vida secreta de Sarah Brooks

Valentin Rasputin
“It wasn't that easy to leave your established home, the place made sacred by the graves of your parents, and move on to who knew where.”
Valentin Rasputin, Money For Maria And Borrowed Time: Two Village Tales

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