Villagers Quotes

“Village people had no central conception of truth or time or even of other people’s memories; they always just played dumb when he told them they’d changed their stories”
― Karan Mahajan, The Association of Small Bombs

“Ah, that little anthill! Everyone busy with his own affairs, crossing each other's path, elbowing each other aside, sometimes even trampling on each other. That's the way it is, sometimes they even trample on each other...”
― Knut Hamsun, The Women at the Pump

“No doubt we all are connected by internet in this global village but we don't have the real feelings like the villagers do, everything is fake. Hearts, love as well as the faces.”
― Shakil Kamboh

“En un sens, le titre d’ancien, utilisé à son adresse par l’homme des bois, le ravit. C’est la reconnaissance implicite du peuple des bois à son égard, l’offre respectueuse de partager une existence en ces terres. Opinant du chef, Gibbie soutient :
- J’ai les paumes pleines de farine.
- Mes doigts sont percés d’échardes, agrée simplement Kardys.
Les bruits reprennent dans le moulin, chacun revenant à ce qu’il faisait. Le grand forestier poursuit :
- Alors, c’en était bien un…
- Un Pâle-de-la-Nuit, réaffirme lugubrement le meunier.
Et d’ajouter à la cantonade, avant de se replonger dans sa chope :
- Je l’ai vu et entendu comme je vous vois.”
― Cyrille Mendes, Les Épieurs d'Ombre

“When our life becomes unpredictable and uncertain, we pray as we can’t predict the important events of life. If you are in a business or profession where luck plays an important role, you regularly pray to God for good luck. Students pray for good luck before their examinations. The villagers pray for a good, timely monsoon or adequate supply of electricity.”
― Awdhesh Singh, Myths are Real, Reality is a Myth

“[The Villagers tell Chris they collected everything of value in their village to hire gunmen]
Chris Adams: I have been paid a lot for my work, but never everything.”
― Nic Pizzolatto

“The carriage drove smoothly along, and the sound of the church bell fell at intervals on the ear, 'in cadence sweet, now dying away'; and, at the holy sound, Mary's heart flew back to the peaceful vale and primitive kirk at Lochmarlie, where all her happy sabbaths had been spent. The view now opened on the villiage church, beautifully situated on the slope of a green hill. Parties of struggling villagers, in their holiday suits, were descried in all directions, some already assembled in the church-yard, others traversing the neat foot-paths that led through the meadows. But, to Mary's eyes, the well dressed English rustic, trudging along the smooth path, was a far less picturesque object, than the bare-footed Highland girl, bounding over trackless heath-covered hills; and the well-preserved glossy blue coat, seemed a poor substitute for the varied drapery of the graceful plaid.”
― Susan Edmonstone Ferrier, Marriage