#cotton

That was where my dream began to take hold, of not havin' to pick cotton and potatoes, and not havin' to be uncomfortable, too hot or too cold. That in itself had driven me to try to find some better way of life. ↗

— Buck Owens

#better #better way #cold #cotton #dream

Not a breath of air stirred over the free and open prairie; the clouds were like light piles of cotton; and where the blue sky was visible, it wore a hazy and languid aspect. ↗

— Francis Parkman

#aspect #blue #blue sky #breath #clouds

Until 1943 I received no stipend. I was able to support myself as my mother was the daughter of a relatively wealthy cotton manufacturer. ↗

— Frederick Sanger

#cotton #daughter #i #manufacturer #mother

There was a certain feeling I developed as a young person for black people. Somehow they were able to get pleasure out of things that I couldn't see them enjoying. I heard them sing a lot, and I didn't hear white folks going down the cotton rows singing that much. ↗

— Sam Phillips

#black #certain #certain feeling #cotton #developed

I developed my style by pickin' a lot of cotton, plowin' that ole mule every day. I just got the rhythm, and any rhythm I need I know where it is; I know where to find it. ↗

— John Hunter

#cotton #day #developed #every #every day

When I'm rhyming it's all in my head... Like the slaves, when they were picking cotton, they would block out their minds. They would sing. ↗

— Wyclef Jean

#cotton #head #i #like #minds

I have to have the cotton candy shipped in. ↗

— Meg White

#cotton #i #shipped

In the 18th century, James Hargreaves invented the Spinning Jenny, and Richard Arkwright pioneered the water-propelled spinning frame which led to the mass production of cotton. This was truly revolutionary. The cotton manufacturers created a whole new class of people - the urban proletariat. The structure of society itself would never be the same. ↗

— A. N. Wilson

#century #class #cotton #created #frame

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again. ↗

— Beatrix Potter

#bed #cotton #every #eye #fells