In this post, you will find great Farm Quotes from famous people, such as Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Joel Salatin, Kirsten Dunst, Henry Paulson, Sharat Saxena. You can learn and implement many lessons from these quotes.
I would like to be on the farm. To ride the horses. To watch the cattle, and the plantations, and the beautifulvegetables that my sons are growing there. I would like it. I am one of those who do not have to worry about what I am doing later. I love the fields.
Whenever I have a little time off, I try to go back to my farm in South Africa. I’ll spend time with my family and hunt antelope, kudu and springbok. During a 2010 huntingtrip, I tore some ligaments in my ankle when I stepped in a hole.
‘Fight Master’ is a proving ground for young, aspiringfighters who want a chance to play on a bigger stage. That’s something it has in common with ‘The Ultimate Fighter,’ which has always been like a farm league for the UFC, a place to develop new talent.
It probably would be wiser, from a time-management standpoint, if I hired a crew to takecare of the farm so I could get a little more rest. But the thing is, when I start my morning out there, I’m more productive for the rest of the day.
My son, Arzhel, is two, and he eats vegetables twice a day. We have a vegetable garden on our farm in the Southwest, and he gets two baskets, one over each arm, and says, ‘Garden, Papa!’ and then he eats what he picks.
On my grandmother’s chicken farm, they had cows, and they had this big metalcontainer that the cows drank out of, and we used to swim in it. And we used to get into the chicken feed bins and divethrough them.
I like to look nice when I go out and I’ll put on a bit of slap, but I’m not someone who spends hours looking at myself. I live on a farm in Devon and when I look in the mirror I can see my garden behind me. That’s what I’m really interested in.
Upon the farm of the uncle with whom I lived, we did know of the mortgage as some dreadful damper on youthfulhopes of things that could not be bought. I do have a vividrecollection that the major purpose of a farm was to produce a living right on the spot for the family.
The town I grew up in, there were no musicians to play with; it was just me. The town I grew up in, there was two shops: like, a paper shop that sells confectionery, sweets and stuff, and, like, a farm supplies and a petrol station. That was literally it.
The firmest house in my fiction, probably, is the little thick-walled sandstone farmhouse of ‘The Centaur’ and ‘Of the Farm’; I had lived in that house, and can visualize every floorboard and bit of worn molding.
‘You have chickens?’ That’s what nearly everyone asks next, after they find out about our family pets. They just need to make sure they heard me correctly. Perhaps it’s because I don’t come across to most as a rural-loving farm girl.
I looked at Willie Nelson and Farm Aid as a role model; they do it every year, and it draws people together, and drawing people together where they realize they’re not alone, to me, is strategic in healing.
I remember hearing the song when I was 12 or 14 in – it must have been in Chicago, ’cause we didn’t have a radio on the farm, and it was during the secondWorld War. I had three brothers in that war who went overseas.
All my playmates on the farm were black, and later, when I started school in Plains, it was all white. But I was always eager to get back home to my friends in Archery.
You get lots of people, especially where I live, who go in to a butcher and insist on organic beef – even when the butcher has better-tasting stuff from a farm that’s been producingwonderful meat for 100 years but hasn’t jumped through the hoops to get organic certification.
I have a 60-acre farm in North Carolina, and I have a tractor and a farmhouse. As soon as I groom the land, I want to put cabins around and have a place where people can write and hang out. It’ll be either that or an all-black nudist colony.
To be honest, I didn’t love the high-fashion world because models aren’t always treated that well. I was a scrappy kid from a farm, and that world felt a little snobby. But I was grateful for it, and my photoshoots now are really fast because I know my poses.
Plenty of people are intrigued by their family history. Growing up as the son of West Indian immigrants who moved to London in the 1950s and 60s, I was especially fascinated by anecdotes about the lives of my Guyanese relatives, which seemed a million miles away from Tottenham’s Broadwater Farm estate.
Oh, I started out young. They handed me a cottonsack when I was about 8 years old. Give me a little small one, tell me to fill it up. I never did like the farm but I was out there with my grandmother, didn’t want to get away from around her too far.
If I wasn’t acting, I would own a farm. Not like growing crops but maybe have a few animals like cows, and maybe an alpaca or a llama. I would chop wood all day. I would make a living doing that; it’s, like, an idealisticscenario for me. It’s very contrary to my upbringing, but maybe that’s the appeal to it.
When I was four, we moved to a farm outside Springfield, Missouri. We had a radio show from that farmhouse. My dad always wanted a farm. We used to go out and milk the cows every morning and then do a radio show with a remote control from our living room. We’d start by singing ‘Keep On The Sunny Side.’
To me, the best part of coming up in that, kind of the lastera before it went that way with the FCWs or NXTs, kind of the farm system, is that, you know, wrestlingJimmyValiant in front of 10 people in Cleveland. We didn’t touch. I think we did two things, but we were out there for 20 minutes.
I love whimsy. My mother was a word person, a real quipster. She was famous in the 1950s for being a contester in Utah: 25 words or less. My bicycle, our hi-fi… in 1959, she won $15,000 from Remington-Rand for writing about a shaver. She was a farm girl from South Dakota.
I rent space on a farm for 15 dollars a month, and I have the use of about a quarter of an acre.
I saw the role my dad had in the community, helping people. At Christmas, people would come by with cards thanking him for helping with something for the business or their farm. And I just saw the impact.
A friend of mine has a big farm in the desert, and she picks up feathers and roadkill for me, then makes it into clothes. I think it’s cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs, I’d feel honored.
Running a farm is about solving a problem, and that’s always interesting to me. But it’s a constant process.
I lived on a farm with cows, and I lived in the city with rats. My family stayed in Colorado for a while, then went from Los Angeles to Arizona. People would ask me where I’m from, and I would have to say, ‘I don’t have a clear answer for you.’
I grew up on a farm, so I’ve always been keen on nature, animals and the simpler things in the life – that simple existence.
I live in Wellington now but I love going back to the farm where all you can hear are the cows or the sea crashing in about a kilometre away. Our uncle’s farm is on the beach and we are one up from that towards the mountain.
My mother’s people are Old Order Mennonite – horse and buggy Mennonite, very close cousins to the Amish. I grew up in Lancaster County and lived near Amish farm land.
In 1964, at the age of 39, Flannery O’Connor died from complications of lupus. She had lived with this autoimmune disease for 14 years, primarilyconfined to her mother’s farm, Andalusia, in Milledgeville, Ga.
It was a small farm in a little rural town by the Indiana state border. I lived there from ages 5 to 12, I would say, before we moved to Dallas. We had chickens and a vegetable garden, and I had to get up to milk the goats at seven in the morning or do it at seven at night.
Kay Ivey is just a regular Alabamian born and raised in the country – small rural town, Wilcox County, Camden, Alabama – and we grew up working hard on the farm and we were raised to help folks around you and do for others who need some help.
I used to try to pick locks because I grew up on my grandparents’ farm and I started my own little spy club. I would go around the farm and try to break into the shed and try spying on my grandpa. It was ridiculous.
I remember the evacuee children from towns and cities throwing stones at the farm animals. When we explained that if you did that you wouldn’t have any milk, meat or eggs, they soon learned to respect the animals.
I was blessed to grow up on a farm, and when you’re a farm boy, exercise is part of your lifestyle. Like it or not, that environment makes you work out. On the farm, nature is your gym. You walk and run and swim and have to do a lot of work with animals too.
I moved to Seattle when I was two or three years old. Had my early education there, and would spend summers on the farm in Maryland. Then I went to boarding school in New Hampshire, to St. Paul’s School. From there, I moved to London.
I had a bad time in school in the first grade. Because I had been a rather lonely child on a farm, but I was free and wild and to be shut up in a classroom – there were 40 children on those days in the classroom, and it was quite a shock.
Sometimes I know what my characters are moving away from or toward; more often I just wait and see. For instance, though I knew Sinkler in ‘The Trusty’ was going for water, I did not know that he would meet a fetching young farm wife until I got him into her front yard.
I probably shouldn’t say this about all animals, but at least the farm animals that I’ve hung out with, and even when I go to the zoo usually, they’re like a blankslate. I guess that’s why I like them. They’re puppets, and you can imagine them being anything you want.
I enjoyracinghistoric motorcars from the ’50s and ’60s. The seed of my interest was planted when I was about 12 years old and took over my mother’s Morris Minor. I drove it around my father’s farm. But my favorite car is still a McLaren F1, which I have had for 10 years.
I used to lovemartialarts movies starring Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van Damme. In one of Van Damme’s movies, he would break a pine tree. I would kickbananatrees because I used to live on a farm. My father would get mad at me because I would break all of the banana trees around.
The greatestjob I ever had was working on my family farm. Each morning my father would come into my bedroom around 4:30 am and command me to get up and work the fields. I would spend the next two hours before school slopping pigs and cropping tobacco.
Let me tell you about a place where technology won’t work. When you walk onto a farm and are standing on soil, there is no technology that is going to take that soil and transform it into something that is five times more productive.
Howard Graham Buffett
I’m actually no longer a strictvegan. I don’t hang out in the cheesesection – I don’t even eat cheese. I don’t drink milk. But every once in a while I’ll have an egg. I’m going to eat eggs that come out of my next-door neighbor’s farm, that’s just the way it is.
I learned a lot of lessons growing up on my family’s farm on the Eastern Shore: the dignity of hard work, the importance of planning ahead, and the joy you get from serving others. Not to mention how to collect eggs, shear a sheep, and bail hay by hand.
I do not run late. Growing up on a farm, you’re just not late when it’s time to do chores or go to work. I grew up Mennonite, and so that work ethic and timeliness was just ingrained in me from a very young age.
I’m one of five kids and we lived on a massive farm in New South Wales with my mum and dad.
After the first Olive Farm book was published, in 2001 I got a three-book deal with Orion for a large sum of money. Obviously it did not come all at once, but it made the difference to living here on a shoestring to being able to turn the whole place around.
I lived on the farm with my parents and grandparents. I had no playmates as a young child, and I was indulged. I helped my grandmother piece quilts, and we made pretty albums, an old-fashioned pastime. We cut poems and pictures out of magazines.
I had to jump on the tractor and do my chores. I would have just killed to be in town, to be able to Rollerblade hand-in-hand with somebody I had a crush on. I just wanted to get off the farm, to find my outlet.