Top 40 Idyllic Quotes

There’s something really simple and idyllic about living in a house very close to the water.

There’s an overemphasis on conservation and other idyllic energy sources that can be harmful in that it hampers new technology and innovation.

I think the concept of seeking fame and fortune in women’s football in the States is a bit idyllic. Look at all the teams in America that have folded, and the leagues.

It was a very idyllic childhood, surrounded by utterly beautiful landscapes that I got very, very bored of when I hit my teens. But being on your own a lot and being bored is good for your imagination. It makes it stretch.

Where I live is about an hour and a half West of London. I live in the countryside… It’s a classic little village, and it’s idyllic in a lot of ways.

The Forest of Arden, where I grew up, is where ‘As You Like It’ is set. It was idyllic.

It was such an idyllic time when I grew up in Hong Kong. It was a British colony and very much geared towards buying the best of Britain. My childhood does have a huge influence on how we design. There must be a little bit of that nostalgia – childhood is so special.

To have your parents get divorced at a young age, there’s a lot of turbulence. We all grew up together, in some way. It was not idyllic. It was intense, vibrant, sometimes oppressive. I felt I was very much in a world of my own. I didn’t meld much in school. I was kind of a loner.

I was one of the many kids in Northern Ireland who grew up in the countryside and had an idyllic childhood well away from the Troubles.

I grew up in a little town between Bath and Bristol with my parents and grandparents in the same house. It was rural and idyllic.

The prolific Chinodya has written a number of striking books, most notably ‘Dew in the Morning’, an exploration of an idyllic rural boyhood; the sophisticated ‘Strife,’ in which sins from the pre-colonial past cast shadows into the present; and the rich and varied short-story collection ‘Can We Talk?’

The thing they don’t tell you about a Tough Mudder is that, for all the adrenaline pumping and barbed-wire-bicep-tattoo sporting, a lot of the day is fairly idyllic and contemplative. I hadn’t spent so much time jogging through the woods in years – or ever.

I grew up in a Southside suburb of Chicago. It was idyllic. But I was plunked into a family that was not artistic and didn’t know how to deal with my emotions.

We were brought up in a very happy family and I can’t whinge about my childhood because it was idyllic.

Where I live, in Vermont, there’s this thing that women know about men, which is this disease: their childhood was so idyllic that nothing in the rest of their life can ever be satisfying. It’s almost a plague.

We had common interests in the beauty of the French language. We both had a tremendous love of jazz. We shared dreams of getting married and having a family, living in the country, leading an idyllic life.

Northern New Jersey looks like a cluster of idyllic suburbs, but each of those seemingly normal towns has a dark side that’s constantly gossiped about but never publicly acknowledged. They seem to thrive on their strangenesses.

I have this idyllic love life, but my mind just won’t accept that. I would like to bring a new guy home every night. I try to make humor out of that situation.

Basically, in ‘American Pie,’ things are heading in the wrong direction. It is becoming less ideal, less idyllic. I don’t know whether you consider that wrong or right, but it is a morality song in a sense.

When people think of the South Side of Chicago, they don’t think about where I’m from. It was sort of a pocket: this idyllic community of black people who took care of each other, knew each other, spent time with each other.

Those Laurel Canyon days were great. I have a real fondness for that era, ’til about ’68. Musically, it was wonderful, and there was this great innocence, an idyllic view of the world. After that, everything got a little… edgy.

I was always a happy and loving person. Many would say that I was living an idyllic life.

You don’t have to go very far away from Scandinavia to realize what an idyllic society it is.

We had idyllic summer holidays, building sandcastles with my father on the beach at Bridlington. It might sound strange, but I think that secure cocoon of familial love was so nourishing, it gave me the strength to live life on my own.

I grew up in Ditchling. It was an idyllic village at the foot of the South Downs. In those days, the village was full of artists and sculptors.

I grew up in Harare, Zimbabwe. And I had a pretty idyllic childhood. I felt that I was kind of this outspoken girl, I was considered. I was a girl who talked a lot and didn’t think my voice had any less value than anyone around me. Apparently, that was strange.

Ireland was an idyllic place for us as children. We had all these cousins and all this green countryside. Given what I’ve written about rural Ireland, my memories of it are all blue skies and endless play.

Rural towns aren’t always idyllic. It’s easy to feel trapped and be aware of social hypocrisy.

I lived an idyllic ‘Huckleberry Finn’ life in a tiny town. Climbing trees. Tagging after brothers. Happy. Barefoot on my pony. It was ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’-esque.

Food not only connects us at the idyllic dinner table setting with family and friends: it is also part of our mundane, daily transit to and from work.

On the surface, our lives seemed idyllic. My four siblings and I grew up on a 150-acre farm in Oxfordshire, and spent every holiday at our other house on the Cornish coast.

I think the concept of seeking fame and fortune in women’s football in the States is a bit idyllic.

My childhood is completely… when I look back, it was ’50s in New York, upper-middle class, it was completely idyllic and golden and wonderful – sweet in every way.

An idyllic period of my existence was when I had a den attached to my home… a writing den, and no one had access to that unless they had their own special visa, applied for weeks in advance.

My parents moved to American Samoa when I was three or four years old. My dad was principal of a high school there. It was idyllic for a kid. I had a whole island for a backyard. I lived there until I was eight years old and we moved to Santa Barbara.

But you can’t show some far off idyllic conception of behavior if you want the kids to come and see the picture. You’ve got to show what it’s really like, and try to reach them on their own grounds.

I was quite an odd child. We grew up in the middle of nowhere in Northumberland – it was lovely, idyllic, but we had remarkably little contact with other people.

A generation before, it had been sagebrush and coyotes; a generation later, it was a burgeoning movie town. But for that brief idyllic time in 1910, Hollywood looked like the perfect place for a successful writer to settle down, build his dream house, and maybe do some gardening.

I grew up on a small holding, it was a great way to grow up and incredibly idyllic. We had a donkey and Barney the guard dog, geese, a duckling that followed my mum around and used to sit in the washing up bowl.

We didn’t have a lot of live theater in Oklahoma. I didn’t visit New York when I was growing up. I watched movie musicals, and I believed in an idealistic, idyllic version of Broadway.