#village

I want to turn the clock back to when people lived in small villages and took care of each other. ↗

— Pete Seeger

#care #clock #each #i #lived

In 1978, the tradition of running from village to village with a message was revived. that first run was from Davis to Los Angeles, a distance of 500 miles. ↗

— Dennis Banks

#davis #distance #first #los #los angeles

My family actually lived in the same village for about 400 years. They had great stability until the last century. People lived and intermarried in small villages. ↗

— Roger Bannister

#about #actually #century #family #great

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris. ↗

— Mason Cooley

#fashionable #longer #masks #new #new york

I began when I was a child, because I was born and grew up in a little village. And many people ride the horses. So, it was a big - it has been a big passion for me. ↗

— Andrea Bocelli

#been #began #big #born #child

There are 10,000 local governments in the state of New York. Ten thousand! Town, village, lighting district, water district, sewer district, a special district to count the other districts in case you missed a district. ↗

— Andrew Cuomo

#count #district #districts #governments #lighting

All the guys called the Olympic Village a high-class Boy Scout camp. ↗

— Johnny Weissmuller

#boy scout #called #camp #guys #high-class

I remember being unemployed and walking the East Village streets for many years, constantly checking my voice mail on pay phones, hoping for an audition. ↗

— Rainn Wilson

#being #checking #constantly #east #east village

When I was in high school I moved from the big city to a tiny village of 500 people in Vermont. It was like The Waltons! ↗

— Daphne Zuniga

#big city #city #high #high school #i

At all times and in all places, in season and out of season, time is now and England, place is now and England; past and present inter-penetrate. The best days an angler spends upon his river – the river which is Heraclitus’ river, which is never the same as the angler is never the same, yet is the same always – are those he recollects in tranquillity, as wintry weather lashes the land without, and he, snug and warm, ties new patterns of dry-fly, and remembers the leaf-dapple upon clear water and the play of light and the eternal dance of ranunculus in the chalk-stream. A cricket match between two riotously inexpert village Second XIs is no less an instance of timeless, of time caught in ritual within an emerald Arcadia, than is a Test at Lord’s, and we who love the greatest of games know that we do indeed catch a fleeting glimpse of a spectral twelfth man on every pitch, for in each re-enactment of the mystery there is the cumulation of all that has gone before and shall come after. Et ego in Arcadia. ↗

— G.M.W. Wemyss

#arcadia #country-life #countryside #cricket #flyfishing