Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just changes shape.
Sheri ReynoldsMots clés death fiction physics cemetary rural-life
In small towns, news travels at the speed of boredom.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónMots clés humorous gossip rural-life
...but these backwaters of existence sometimes breed, in their sluggish depths, strange acuities of emotion... ("Afterward")
Edith WhartonMots clés country-life rural-life rural countryside
Do you know, Watson," said he, "that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there.
Arthur Conan DoyleMots clés beauty sherlock-holmes isolation crime rural-life impunity
It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.
Arthur Conan DoyleMots clés experience love sherlock-holmes smiling sin beautiful london vile rural-life countryside alleys john-watson
City people. They may know how to street fight but they don't know how to wade through manure.
Melina MarchettaMots clés humor country city rural-life
At 6:15 she was standing on her front porch watering gardenias and watching another line of thunderstorms split and go around her. The same thing happened almost every day. Some days they came so close all she could smell was the rain. The wind whipped up dust from the fields until it drove like buckshot into the shuddering mesquites, and Clara Nell started to pray. 'Jesus,' she whispered. 'Jesus, Jesus....' But the only thing that came out of the sky was her topsoil. Every day the wind took a little more, and it hadn't rained in almost a year.
Andrew GeyerMots clés heat desperation texas rural-life farming drought emotional-pain
Rural life in the winter months was rugged: snow-blurred and alcohol-fueled, violent and fast.
John IrvingMots clés rural-life
Love's absence ailed me. I could not imagine loving my husband. He was a superior and I did not know how to love and be subservient together. Nor had he ever thought of me as a human being, let alone a woman. For no reason had he ever softened towards me, I had stirred him that little.
Tehmina DurraniMots clés feudalism rural-life
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