#prairie

My grandmother was born in 1900, and she would regale me with tales I call 'Little House on the Prairie' tales, but they were tales of segregated and racist America growing up in Alabama and Mississippi, where she came from. ↗

— David Alan Grier

#america #born #call #came #grandmother

One could drive a prairie schooner through any part of his argument and never scrape against a fact. ↗

— David F. Houston

#any #argument #could #drive #fact

I have, for many years past, contemplated the noble races of red men who are now spread over these trackless forests and boundless prairies, melting away at the approach of civilization. ↗

— George Catlin

#away #boundless #civilization #contemplated #forests

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#alone #bee #bees #clover #few

I always thought of myself as a good old South Dakota boy who grew up here on the prairie. ↗

— George McGovern

#boy #dakota #good #grew #here

Not a breath of air stirred over the free and open prairie; the clouds were like light piles of cotton; and where the blue sky was visible, it wore a hazy and languid aspect. ↗

— Francis Parkman

#aspect #blue #blue sky #breath #clouds

We were soon free of the woods and bushes, and fairly upon the broad prairie. ↗

— Francis Parkman

#bushes #fairly #free #prairie #soon

The rising cost of prescription drugs has sparked a prairie fire that is spreading across our nation. ↗

— Tim Pawlenty

#cost #fire #nation #our #prairie

Tina Fey and I have 15 things in development: 'Laverne and Shirley', 'Starsky and Hutch 3', 'Cagney and Lacey', 'Wonder Twins Activate From Two Hot Broads', 'Little House on the Prairie: The Musical: The Movie'. ↗

— Amy Poehler

#broads #cagney #development #fey #hot

After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring. ↗

— Willa Cather

#nature #nature-s-beauty #prairie #similies #spring