#peasant

Remember the valiant Iraqi peasant and how he shot down an American Apache with an old weapon. ↗

— Saddam Hussein

#apache #down #how #iraqi #old

I am the son of poor peasants who came at a very young age to live in Algeria. I only recently saw the place where they were born, near the city of Marrakech. ↗

— Ahmed Ben Bella

#algeria #am #born #came #city

There are no bridges in folk songs because the peasants died building them. ↗

— Eugene Chadbourne

#bridges #building #died #folk #folk songs

This world is run by people who know how to do things. They know how things work. They are equipped. Up there, there's a layer of people who run everything. But we - we're just peasants. We don't understand what's going on, and we can't do anything. ↗

— Doris Lessing

#equipped #everything #going #how #just

What motivated me? My mother. My mother was an immigrant woman, a peasant woman, struggled all her life, worked in the garment center. ↗

— Al Lewis

#center #garment #her #immigrant #life

I'm a peasant I'm the muzhik A pest you're destined to play the music And yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'm Indebted to rest respecting it truly ↗

— Criss Jami

#art #beauty #creation #creativity #credit

I mean, my people were very, very simple. They were peasant people, you know? ↗

— James Earl Jones

#know #mean #peasant #people #simple

My parents were ignorant peasants from the Old World. ↗

— Maurice Sendak

#old #old world #parents #peasants #were

The earth is the earth as a peasant sees it, the world is the world as a duchess sees it, and anyway a duchess would be nothing if the earth was not there as the peasant sees it. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

#duchess #earth #nothing #peasant #sees

And then there was pain and blood and tears, all those things that cause suffering and revolt, the killing of Françoise, the killing of Fouan, vice triumphing, and the stinking, bloodthirsty peasants, vermin who disgrace and exploit the earth. But can you really know? Just as the frost that burns the crops, the hail that chops them down, the thunderstorms which batter them are all perhaps necessary, maybe blood and tears are needed to keep the world going. And how important is human misery when weighed against the mighty mechanism of the stars and the sun? What does God care for us? We earn our bread only by dint of a cruel struggle, day in, day out. And only the earth is immortal, the Great Mother from whom we spring and to whom we return, love of whom can drive us to crime and through whom life is perpetually preserved for her own inscrutable ends, in which even our wretched degraded nature has its part to play. ↗

— Émile Zola

#peasants #terre #vice #love