My daughters all have aunties who help out. It takes a village.
Here, like everywhere else, laughing and singing, dancing and dreaming are not exactly the whole of reality; and for one ray of sun shining on the hut, the rest of the village remains in the dark.
Even a small village in the middle of Africa with a 3D printer will have access to any good it can download. The world of the ‘Star Trek’ replicator is not far away.
Tinder in the Olympic Village is next level. It’s all athletes! In the mountain village, it’s all athletes. It’s hilarious.
Lincoln’s stature and strength, his intelligence and ambition – in short, all the elements which gave him popularity among men in New Salem, rendered him equally attractive to the fair sex of that village.
Thanks to my training in Balali village, I am rough and tough.
I come from a village where traditionally girls don’t go out and play sport so I struggled a lot to come this far and to get to this position where I am at the Olympics.
We have to convince our youth that the nation does not need the white-collared class only. We have to find work for the rural young people in the village itself and stop the exodus to the cities.
In my childhood dreams, I pictured Italy as paradise. I longed to be the next Sophia Loren, living in a village with winding cobbled streets where washing hung from windows and everybody gesticulated and shouted amicably. Ah, but life surprises.
I used to run barefoot in my village some time back. Now, I have a branded shoe with my name on it.
The need is schools dedicated exclusively to the rural segment. If we have a child from a village and a city studying in the same class room, the former is bound to lag behind because children from the urban areas have a better start.
I was born in a mining village, and you either played football or played football. If you didn’t play, there was something wrong with you.
The Afghans I met were some of the nicest and most honorable people I’ve ever encountered. There is a code called ‘Pashtunwali,’ so if someone invites you into their village, every last man will fight to protect your life. I was impressed by that.
But in my imagination this whole thing developed and I started mixing up old folk songs with the Beatles beat and taking them down to Greenwich Village and playing them for the people there.
Most summers we went to Bangladesh and stayed in Grandad’s village, filled with relatives. I’m one of 67 grandchildren.
Indeed, it was largely the clubbiness of the Washington village press corps that let Nixon get away with Watergate and still win his landslide in 1972.
In the old days, people shared music; they didn’t care who made it. A song would be owned by a village, and anyone could sing it, change the words, whatever. That is how humans treated music until the late 19th century. Now, with the Internet, we are going back to having tribal attitudes towards music.
I should not romanticize the simplicity of a village. For instance, the place from where I used to buy a packet of glucose biscuits in my village is now selling cellphones.
I ran for political office in the Hamptons once in a war I was having with the village. I came in, there were four people running, and I came in around third. It was over my food market – they arrested me. I just wanted to go for office because I thought it would be an interesting to do.
During the time of Olympics I felt very lonely. Nobody was there at my side, to guide me or attend to my needs. In the Olympic village I had to travel alone up to the mess and competition ground as well as to the practice ground.
I never had posters on my walls, and I didn’t have any icons, either. I come from a small village in Wirral, and my family didn’t watch TV. I wasn’t exposed to people with icon status. David Bowie popped up, but I had already shaved my eyebrows off by the time I saw his.
I am restless. I don’t mind leaving this comfortable, static life. I could live a year on my own in a remote village.
Obviously, you would give your life for your children, or give them the last biscuit on the plate. But to me, the trick in life is to take that sense of generosity between kin, make it apply to the extended family and to your neighbour, your village and beyond.
Franz Kline, who became known for his black and white paintings, did a whole series of gorgeous landscapes and wonderful portraits that may still hang in Greenwich Village.
Until I was four years old I lived in the house of my paternal grandfather, about two miles from the pretty little village of Wallace, at the mouth of the river of that name.
Dave Van Ronk, for those who don’t know him – probably most don’t know – was a folk singer. He’s kind of the biggest person on the scene in 1961 in the folk revival in Greenwich Village, biggest person on the scene until Bob Dylan showed up.
Although I was good at my studies, I also thought to myself that I should play cricket as well. And when the cricket team that consisted of the boys from our village used to play, I was able to play with the team that had older players.
I grew up playing with kids from Hurt Village, playing with kids from other housing projects, Lamar Terrace, because my grandmother lived in that particular area. So, I always wondered how I would have turned out if I would have lived in that particular given circumstance.
Until the Nineteen-Eighties, when Deng Xiaoping designated the area as China’s first special economic zone, Shenzhen had been a tiny fishing village. Suddenly, eleven million people appeared, seemingly out of nowhere; factories sprang up, often housed in hastily constructed tower blocks.
I grew up in a little village in England that had a river running through it so I’ve been fishing from a very early age, maybe seven or eight.
I was going to become a youth worker because I do voluntary work with the kids in the little village where I live. I make little films with them and stuff when I’m not working. I thought, I’ll pack it in then, and go and do something I love doing, and get a regular job because I’ve got two kids and a mortgage.
Earlier, there were only two hairstyles. If the hero had a fringe, he was village bumpkin. If he slicked his hair back, he was an urban sophisticate.
It takes a village to earn a spot representing your country, and I know that every single person who helped me get to the Olympics was also touched by the dream. The web of inspiration is incredible. Because of this, I know that the core principles and spirit of what the Olympics stand for are worth protecting.
South Africa has all the tools to compete in the new global village – an eager workforce, ready to take on any challenge.
Shamna is a ‘hot star’ for Malayalis, but for my Telugu and Tamil audience, Poorna is a girl next-door. That is because I have mostly played village belle or de-glam characters in these industries. Whatever people’s perception about me is I’m happy.
I grew up in a village just outside Le Mans, so nature and fresh air are among the things I love the most.
I was born in a village where there had never been a footballer who’d made it in the major championships.
Where I lived, it was a cold mining place, a village called Dunston. The only time you saw a Rolls-Royce was when somebody died.
I’m from a very small village in the middle of nowhere, four hours by airplane from Moscow. Yemanzhelinsk – you wouldn’t find it on the map. Don’t even try it. It’s super, super tiny.
I remember going into a bookshop, and the only book I saw with a black child on the cover was ‘A Thief in the Village’ by James Berry, and I thought, ‘Is this still the state of publishing?’ Then I thought, ‘Either I can whine about it or try to do something about it.’
My father, who lives in a village in Uttar Pradesh, was bedridden for some time. His BP shot up. While everyone got worked up at home, I didn’t know how to manage my personal and professional lives.
I had a world of people raising me; it was like a little village.
It is not difficult to come up with a long list of cricketers who like to have a good time – from the village green to the Test arena, it is a sociable sport.
Let every man, every corporation, and especially let every village, town, and city, every county and State, get out of debt and keep out of debt. It is the debtor that is ruined by hard times.
I grew up in a village after the war, and in the village, there were almost only women.
I did not have a mobile phone in 1993. No one did, except the occasional banker or Hollywood star seeming smart, or the main character in ‘American Psycho.’ In 1993, every day was ‘let’s get lost.’ I could walk Greenwich Village for hours and not be found.
Finally, ‘Vennila Kabadi Kuzhu’ happened. The director had doubts if a city-bred, fair-looking boy would fit the role of a village kabbadi player.
Jeff Sachs has the Millennium Villages. He spends $2.5 million in one village. It’s an absolutely ridiculous model, because I’ve said that if you gave me $2.5 million, I can train 100 grandmothers, solar electrify 100 villages – 10,000 houses – and save you 100,000 litres of kerosene.
I used to go with my father to practice on the village pitch and with my friends.
I came from a remote village, I didn’t know what running was, or the Olympics.
I’m every woman. It takes a village to make me who I am.
