Best 104 quotes in «small town quotes» category

I grew up all over Idaho - I was born in Emmett, a very small town.

I grew up in a suburb of Ohio, in a small town, and I resonated with that small-town feeling where everybody knows your business.

If you walked around like David Bowie in 1973 in Reading, you'd get beaten up. The 1970s in a small town was more like the 1950s.. and that's the truth. The backdrop was probably Victorian.

I grew up in a very small town in Florida, like, 7,000 people.

I love New York, but am happy to be away from it. I really like small towns, with welcoming barbecue restaurants.

I live in a very small town and now that I've closed down my studio, I'm working at home.

I lived in Minnesota in a small town.

I love my small town, and I love going back there and supporting the community. But I could not have stayed there. No way.

I'm a Midwesterner by birth, and when I traveled there, when I was young, most of the small towns were thriving, vibrant places.

I'm a guy who comes from a small town in the Midwest. It's not in my nature to say the most explicit things in public.

Im all about small towns. I think its a great place to grow up.

Living in a small town anywhere means preserving one's self behind a mask.

I'm a small-town girl, and it'll never be beaten out of me.

It takes a small town to keep you humble.

I'm a small-town kid from Kerrville, Texas.

I'm Lou Barletta, and I'm a small town defender.

I was brought up in a very small town in upstate New York.

On the Web we all become small-town visitors lost in the big city.

Small towns are the worst for getting recognised.

Small towns make up for their lack of people by having everyone be more interesting.

There are things about growing up in a small town that you can't necessarily quantify.

The art of living in a small town is one of the most difficult to acquire.

There’s a lot more business out there in small town America than I ever dreamed of.

There is a comfortable feeling in small towns. It is salubrious.

There is sort of a small town mentality on the east coast of Canada.

Alice wondered if her mother was aware that she wasn’t the only one in town who’d come down with a bad case of Blueberry Fever.

The small town smart set is deadly serious about its smartness.

You can't be an actor in a small town-you have to go to New York or L.A.

You know how gossip is. It's the toxic waste of small town

A derelict? Do I look like a derelict? Do you know how expensive this car is? These shoes probably cost more than your weekly paycheck." She'd never been so insulted. "Ma'am, I'm not disputing that you're foolish enough to spend that much money on a pair of shoes. I'm simply stating that you can't loiter in the parking lot." Small Town Hero, Kim Koby

As a rule, she didn’t like boys very much, but she had to admit, Charlie was actually pretty nice.

A scattering of pinpoint lights shows up in the blackness ahead. A town or village straddling the highway. The indicator on the speedometer begins to lose ground. The man glances in his mirror at the girl, a little anxiously as if this oncoming town were some kind of test to be met. An illuminated road sign flashes by: CAUTION! MAIN STREET AHEAD - SLOW UP The man nods grimly, as if agreeing with that first word. But not in the way it is meant. The lights grow bigger, spread out on either side. Street lights peer out here and there among the trees. The highway suddenly sprouts a plank sidewalk on each side of it. Dark store-windows glide by. With an instinctive gesture, the man dims his lights from blinding platinum to just a pale wash. A lunch-room window drifts by. ("Jane Brown's Body")

Being bigheaded can be as irritating and as dangerous as being small-minded.

As usual, small towns like this were full of those who needed entertainment and whilst money was difficult to earn, the philosophy of giving the people what they wanted, which Franco lived by, had paid dividends.

Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further. He kissed her.

Doubt filled her eyes. “What are we betting for, anyway?” He hadn’t thought about that, but it took his brain all of three seconds to come up with an answer. He knew damn well what he wanted from her. Had for years. “A kiss.” The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them, but once out, he didn’t want to take them back. “One kiss after you come back and see she’s all right.

Damn. It's still the Midwest around here, no matter how many open-minded people you surround yourself with.

Don't ever forget where you came from--especially if you don't even know where you are going.

Don’t go stargazing with anyone else. You want stars, I’ll give you stars.

Dance...even when you're alone; it makes you feel good.

Fighting a Mardi-Gras-In-New-Orleans crowd for eight blocks from Trahan’s Tavern on St. Peter to Bourbon O on Bourbon was like a man being willing to swim the Nile, climb Mount Everest, and cross the Sahara for true love.

Fruit of the Poisonous Tree, The True Story of Murder in a Small Town, begins on a steamy August night with two teenagers, brother and sister, on an evil mission deep in a rural Michigan forest. For one desperate moment headlights appear on the lonely access road. Will they be found out? Thus the story of one of state’s strangest criminal cases unfolds. Girl breaks up with boyfriend. He turns violent. She disappears without a trace. Then state police investigators set out on what at first looks like a fool’s journey. The story is colored by a bizarre Ouija board death prophesy and the roles of two psychics, a former practicing witch and a handsome young artist who is suspected of Satanism. The canny and elusive suspect taunts police and seems always to be one step ahead of them. When a key witness is daunted by uncharacteristic injuries, a mysterious medium tells him he is the victim of black magic practiced by the suspect’s grandmother. And when, after eight years, the suspect finally is brought to trial, he is represented by a Roman Catholic priest.

For the record, you would've been my first one night stand.

Future Farmers of America. Group who take ag classes and are going to inherit the farm. Hot shit around here, they have a couple guys in every clique, and they stick together, 'cause they know they'll be seeing each other every week for the next sixty years.

I’d never met a “why not?” person before. In the city, there’s generally more of a “why should I?” kind of vibe.

[He] had to submit to the fate of every newcomer in a small town, where many tongues talk but few heads think.

How old are you?” “Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.

I decide to make the most of the time we got left before she gets too big for this small town.

Holland surrendered to the Nazis. Belgium surrendered to the Nazis. The Germans marched into Paris. None of these catastrophes managed to shake the general feeling that war in Europe was not in Martin's business. A peacetime draft got the town's attention.

If I was going to spend the next day in jail for obstruction of justice, I'd better get a good nights sleep.