Rural Quotes

I long for the countryside. That's where I get my calm and tranquillity - from being able to come and find a spot of green.

Cows, after leaving the low lands near the coast, are found to be plentiful everywhere, and to produce milk in small quantities, from which butter is made.

I live in Hamburg; that's in the north. And I live on the outskirts of town. It looks like countryside.

I always go for walks in the countryside.

I grew up in a small village in the west of Ireland.

I grew up Windlesham in Surrey, which is a beautiful and quaint village.

All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it.

The lack of roads in Africa greatly hinders agriculture, education, and development.

I have a ranch in Montana, but it's not a real working ranch. I've always liked the outdoors. I come from Texas. My grandfather was a farmer; that's as close as I come.

Contrary to slanderous Eastern opinion, much of Iowa is not flat, but rolling hills country with a lot of timber, a handsome and imaginative landscape, crowded with constant small changes of scene and full of little creeks winding with pools where shiners, crappies and catfish hover.

Every village in Africa now has a cyber cafe.

Farming's always been my business.

There are more agriculture bureaucrats than there are farmers in this country.

Be a gentleman farmer.

I've gone out with my shotgun. This is hunting country out there. You better run.

Think of the country mouse and of the town mouse, and of the alarm and trepidation of the town mouse.

We lived off the land in Italy.

Connecticut farmers keep our economy running.

People are going to a place like Pugwash and that whole area to escape from industry, to have the serenity of the surroundings and the beauty.

We were so far back in the woods, they almost had to pipe in sunlight.

Wyoming - God bless you in Wyoming - it's very boring, and it's the most isolated place on Earth.

I have horses.

i was momentarily sidetracked by the vision of Eric herding a cow into a trailer and driving it to the shoulder of the the interstate and shooing it into the trees.

Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think.

I've got a farm in Somerset, and I think it's God's own country. I love it.