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Of village: it is not called so because its inhabitants are of higher age on average; in fact, there is no connection between the words "village" and "age" whatsoever.
Living in a fairly remote village one soon learns to accept that having a roof, a fire, some warm clothes and enough to eat are really the only material essentials for a comfortable life.
Where are there towns but no houses, roads but no cars, forests but no trees?
Answer on a map
(Riddle on children's breakfast TV)
Railway stations can become growth points for the nearby villages.
The poverty of the villages is almost picturesque from the windows of a coach that is not stopping.
There are other places at which ... the laws have said there shall be towns; but Nature has said there shall not, and they remain unworthy of enumeration.
There is a tone of morality throughout the rural districts of England, which is unhappily wanting in the large towns and the centres of particular manufactures.
A village, even a small one, takes at least all night to burn, in the end it looks like an enormous flower, then there's only a bud, and after that nothing.
In a rural society communities are "given" for the individual. Community is a fact, whether family or religion, social class or caste.
A city is a large community where people are lonesome together.
Have concern about where you're from, where you live, and where you may travel. The village is global.
The village is coming back, like it or not.
I am somewhere in the middle of a village with all the modern amenities. There's something missing. Life? I reckon....
Once wealth and beauty are gone, there is always rural life.
Now, having left cities behind me, turned
Away forever from the strange, gregarious
Huddling of men by stones, I find those various
Great towns I knew fused into one, burned
Together in the fire of my despising ...
Towns were the nursery of freedom.
Living in a rural setting exposes you to so many marvelous things - the natural world and the particular texture of small-town life, and the exhilarating experience of open space.
Why not a new village of farmers, citizens of the world through schools and radio and space-consuming transportation, grouped together in friendly sociability, building directly upon the soil?
This village is a real trap. Bit by bit it will eat up every single person who remain here. This place will never change.
Anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection
Its not a global village, but we're in a highly interconnected globe.
For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.
In the vast plain to the north I have sometimes seen, in the morning sun, the smoke of a thousand villages where no missionary has ever been.
The Aravaipa village near Camp Grant. Although Camp
Here, just below the Earth's summit, there are towns and villages, a tangle of human lives, in the shadow of Arctic eschatology.
Every city has a village in its heart. You will never understand the city, unless you first understand the village.
I was born and I live in a small village, where the centre of life is the square, and the small bar/cafe.
I live in a village where people still care about each other, largely.
Things happen in these kinds of towns that could never happen anywhere else - proud, poor kids make things happen with more heat, and intensity, and attack, than could ever be managed somewhere with pleasant villages or well-tended gardens.
Several country towns, within my observation, have at least a dozen taverns. Here the time, the money, the health and the modesty, of most that are young and of many old, are wasted. Here diseases, vicious habits, bastards and legislators are frequently spawned.
It takes a village to raise a child.
Many small towns I know in Maine are as tight-knit and interdependent as those I associate with rural communities in India or China; with deep roots and old loyalties, skeptical of authority, they are proud and inflexibly territorial.
People in small towns, much more than in cities, share a destiny.
There is a city myth that country life was isolated and lonely; the truth is that farmers and their families then had a richer social life than they have now. They enjoyed a society organic, satisfying and whole, not mixed and thinned with the life of town, city and nation as it now is.
Village reform is not merely cleaning the roads, constructing schools and worshipping monasteries. It is not mere celebration of festivals.
The MPs are not adopting villages; it's the villages that are adopting the MPs.
thousand; the dwellings are principally log cabins and shanties.
The Lowcountry traditionally is a logical place where the big ships stopped and brought new things in from the ocean, and the islands have a mystical tradition. It is such a visual place, too, with these iconic villages with the Spanish moss and the village and historical homes and the coast.
And there are loners in rural communities who, at the equinox, are said to don new garments and stroll down to the cities, where great beasts await them, fat and docile.
In a village of La Mancha,
I prefer the countryside to cities. This is also true of my films: I have made more films in rural societies, and villages, than in towns.
Towns with redbrick buildings and whitewashed
Every village has its simpleton, and if one does not exist they invent one to pass the time.
And you know once a man has fished, or watched the thrushes hovering in flocks over the village in the bright, cool, autumn days, he can never really be a townsman, and to the day of his death he will be drawn to the country.
There is a comfortable feeling in small towns. It is salubrious.
I was born and brought up near a village in Nottinghamshire and in my childhood enjoyed the freedom of the rather isolated country life. After the First World War, my father had bought a small farm, which became a marvelous playground for his five children.
Jungles and grasslands are the logical destinations, and towns and farmland the labyrinths that people have imposed between them sometime in the past. I cherish the green enclaves accidentally left behind.
A village somewhere was missing it's idiot.
There must be perfect towns where shadows were strong like buildings, towns secret without coldness, unaware without indifference.
Within the memory of many of my townsmen the road near which my house stands resounded with the laugh and gossip of inhabitants, and the woods which border it were notched and dotted here and there with their little gardens and dwellings, though it was then much more shut in by the forest than now.
The villagers seldom leave the village; many scientists have limited and poorly cultivated minds apart from their specialty ...
Rural places have hemorrhaged their best and brightest children, their intellectuals, thinkers, organizers, leaders, and artists-those who would create change and who would parent another generation of thinkers. All gone.
Our seeds are disappearing.
Cities are judged by their richest inhabitants and rural areas are judged
Benteen, come on, big village, be quick. Bring packs.
Small scale is critical to local life, to the ability of local people to control what happens where they live.
I like rural areas.
I have seen that community and a close relationship with the land can enrich human life beyond all comparison with material wealth or technological sophistication. I have learned that another way is possible.
So you start one person at a time. Change one person, you can change a village.
Remote villages and communities have lost their identity, and their peace and charm have been sacrificed to that worst of abominations, the automobile.
The nearest inhabited village is about seven of your English miles to the left.
Its a town eat town world
Somewhere out there was a village I'd deprived of it's idiot.
Society in the English countryside is still strangely, quaintly divided. If black comedy and a certain type of social commentary are what you want, I think English rural communities offer quite a lot of material.
through woodlots and agricultural fields.
My idea of village SWARAJ is that is a complete republic, independent of its neighbors for its own vital wants, and yet interdependent for many others which dependence is a necessity.
Friends and neighbors,
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Vast is the power of cities to reclaim the wanderer.
A relatively primitive village in which there are still real feasts, common artistic shared expressions, and no literacy at all is more advanced culturally and more healthy mentally than our educated, newspaper-reading radio-listening culture.
These were the places that Ama described in her stories, places where all the children of the tribe would be princes and princesses and their stomachs always full. It was a once-upon-a-time world that used to be. In
When we come down into the distant village, visible from the mountain-top, the nobler inhabitants with whom we peopled it have departed, and left only vermin in its desolate streets. It is the imagination of poets which puts those brave speeches into the mouths of their heroes.
There is a strange depression that hangs over every little town that is no longer in the mainstream of life.
Know one or two families, at least, in this town, who, for nearly a generation, have been wishing to sell their houses in the outskirts and move into the village, but have not been able to accomplish it, and only death will set them free.
Every town, like every man, has its own countenance; they have a common likeness and yet are different; one keeps in his mind all their peculiar touches.
No rural community, no suburban community, can ever possess the distinctive qualities that city dwellers have for centuries given to the world.
If you like the fairy tales, visit the old towns!
Taking the entire globe, if North America and Western Europe can be called the 'cities of the world', then Asia, Africa and Latin America constitute 'the rural areas of the world'.
Alfriston is a compact village set around a rather traffic-weary High Street, mainly of old, timbered buildings. The principal sights lie to the east on the river side.
Small towns make up for their lack of people by having everyone be more interesting.
What is the city but the people?
I encourage people to get a village so that there will always be someone who's like family looking out for your child.
I'm from a very, very rural place. There's really nobody out there, just roads and farms.
Two or three hours' walking will carry me to as strange a country as I expect ever to see. A single farmhouse which I had not seen before is sometimes as good as the dominions of the King of Dahomey.
The village had institutionalized all human functions in forms of low intensity ... Participation was high and organization was low. This is the formula for stability.
It's the countryside. Perhaps this is our holiday home.
It takes a village to raise a child
but it takes strong families to make a village.
House-elves come with big old manors and castles and places like that;
May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.
I suddenly realized what small towns are. They are places where you grow up with the peculiar-you live next to the strange and the unlikely for so long that everything and everyone become commonplace.
Let any stranger find mee so pleasant a county, such good way, large heath, three such places as Norwich, Yar. and Lin. in any county of England, and I'll bee once again a vagabond to visit them.
I am one of those who firmly believe that our cities thrive at the expense of our villages; that our industries exploit agriculture.
As the ordinary violence of dawn sweeps across the lower Coromandel coast, a sprawling village comes into view.
This poet is a griot in search of a village.
Hay farms, scrub forest, and some bald-looking areas of
But there's a million of these
towns that are like factories,
breeding hate and fear that only
the fortunate will never meet
And these zoomed up
kids die like saints, for
someone else's
dollar
Like so many poor Ilokanos, my grandparents left their village, for it could no longer sustain them. The Ilocos is a narrow coastal plain where, so often, the mountain drops to the sea. Land hunger had always afflicted the Ilokanos and made them migratory.
I love the village in my computer. There's little validation in the day-to-day life of a writer; sometimes we ache for a connection.
Natural life, lived naturally as it is lived in the countryside, has none of that progress which is the base of happiness. Men and women in rural communities can be compared to a spring that rises out of a rock and spreads in irregular ever-widening circles. But the general principle is static.
I still visit my village quite often, as my parents and one of my sisters live there, but also I feel the village is more of an isolated, unreal part of me.
What kind of crops do they raise in the towns? Only Grand Dukes, Bolsheviks and drunkards!