People have a tendency to see country life through rose-colored glasses. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life. — Horace Copy Share Image
I prefer the country life. I live in Kingston, but there is lots of trees. — Ziggy Marley Copy Share Image
“...but these backwaters of existence sometimes breed, in their sluggish depths, strange acuities of emotion... ("Afterward")” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“How you live your life is up to you. You have to go out and grab the world by the horns. Rope… — Sarah Reijonen Copy Share Image
What she did was to open our eyes to details of country life such as teaching us names of wild flowers and… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
“Now, she lived with her dogs in a small house by a creek in the country, and her life had become a… — John Hart Copy Share Image
Country ain't a title. It's a way of living and thinkin' you country don't mean you country — Anonymous Copy Share Image
All of us - we should do everything we can to make sure this country lives up to our children's expectations. — Barack Obama Copy Share Image
I consider it the best part of an education to have been born and brought up in the country. — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
“Puttin’ on a cowboy hat & a pair of boots doesn’t make you country; Like puttin’ on a ball gown & glass… — Kellie Elmore Copy Share Image
“Nan would come to my new house, too. Getting her there would be like breaking in a wild horse, but once she’d… — Anni Taylor Copy Share Image
Who keeps the tavern and serves up the drinks? The peasant. Who squanders and drinks up money belonging to the peasant commune,… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
“The fresh and crisp air of the country reminds us that our blood surges from of the natural world and how tied… — Kilroy J. Oldster Copy Share Image
The deadly monotony of Christian country life where there are no beggars to feed, no drunkards to credit, which are among the… — Corra May Harris Copy Share Image
One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yet I love the silence; I embrace the wit; A courtship, flowing here in full… — William Habington Copy Share Image
The handling of our forests as a continuous, renewable resource means permanent employment and stability to our country life. The forests are… — Franklin D. Roosevelt Copy Share Image
There is a city myth that country life was isolated and lonely; the truth is that farmers and their families then had… — Rose Wilder Lane Copy Share Image
“In East Sussex, let us say, an old farm sleeps in sun-dapple, its oast-house with its cowls echoing the distant steeple of… — G.M.W. Wemyss Copy Share Image
“I wish we had a donkey. The thing would be for us all to come on donkeys, Jane, Miss Bates, and me--and… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“I worked and worked, and before I knew it, my collage was finished. Still damp from Elmer’s glue, the masterpiece included images… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Arcady, like Death its denizen with us, is all around us, if we – stalled beasts who want to be set forth… — G.M.W. Wemyss Copy Share Image
The ecology of the valley was complex beyond our understanding, and it began to die as we went on manipulating it in… — William Kittredge Copy Share Image
“Crossing my arms over my chest, I said, a little too heartily, “So this is the library.” There certainly couldn’t be any… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
“When does the year begin? Well: that rather depends: on who you are, and where. The Church kalendar – like the academic,… — G.M.W. Wemyss Copy Share Image
“My time living in Hausach was idyllic, actually." Thoughtfulness swept over her, and her smile became truer. "Idyllic and quaint. Certainly not… — Sara Raasch Copy Share Image
If country life be healthful to the body, it is no less so to the mind. — Giovanni Ruffini Copy Share Image
“We need only to close our eyes and we are back on the Third Line, walking up the lane, through the yard… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
