Best 104 quotes in «small town quotes» category

Anybody who suggests that I run for governor is no friend of mine. It's a terrible position, and besides, it requires living in Albany, which is small-town life at its worst.

Be nice. (The world is a small town.)

A small town has as many eyes as a fly

A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.

Childhood is the small town everyone came from.

I come from Main Street, from a small town that's really depressed.

Every small town that I had ever been to had had a caboose.

I am a small-town girl.

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 enjoy small towns, I've got my friends there. I have friends in L.A. too, but I'm not much on traffic.

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.

I lived in Minnesota in a small town.

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

I enjoy going on motorcycle trips and stopping in small towns and enjoying drinks with the locals.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It takes a small town to keep you humble.

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

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

Small towns are the worst for getting recognised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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")

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.