#southerners

I think we Southerners have talked a fair amount of malarkey about the mystique of being Southern. ↗

— Reynolds Price

#amount #being #fair #i #i think

Southerners are also like ethnic groups in that they have a sense of group identity. ↗

— John Shelton Reed

#ethnic #ethnic groups #group #groups #identity

Every Southerner, I think, knows people like Bill Clinton, maybe not quite as smart and maybe not quite as liberal, but kind of a glad-handing, country-club yuppie Southerner. The problem is we don't have labels for middle-class Southerners. ↗

— John Shelton Reed

#bill clinton #clinton #every #i #i think

Southerners smile more than other Americans. ↗

— John Shelton Reed

#other #smile #southerners #than

I can see why many Southerners, black ones in particular, don't like the implication that Southernness and the Confederate heritage are one and the same, because they're not. On the other hand, there are people who want to extirpate that completely and want folks to spit on the graves of their ancestors. ↗

— John Shelton Reed

#because #black #completely #confederate #folks

If you care to define the South as a poor, rural region with lousy race relations, that South survives only in geographical shreds and patches and most Southerners don't live there any more. ↗

— John Shelton Reed

#care #define #geographical #live #lousy

Well, Southerners like to eat well. You see, it's an event when it's done right. ↗

— Stan Shaw

#southerners #food

[Yankees] are pretty much like southerners except with worse manners, of course, and terrible accents. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#rhett-butler-to-scarlett #southerners #yankees #humor

Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#love

That's when I caught my first glimpse of Blaine Crabtree. He was sandwiched in between two guys that were laughing at who knows what. At first I didn't notice anything but a big mop of bleached blonde hair, then he looked up from his pack of cloves and I was locked into the bluest eyes that I had ever seen. His expression didn't change, he didn't smile and didn't blink. It seemed like I was lost in his eyes, like he was using them to do the most calculated math problem, and that math problem was me. ↗

— Magan Vernon

#new-adult #romance #southerners #change