Browsing Topic Best Idyllic Quotes

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

Hawai’i is not truly the idyllic paradise of popular songs–islands of love and tranquility, where nothing bad ever happens. It was and is a place where people work and struggle, live and die, as they do the world over.

I realize that I’ve had a very idyllic vision of what spirituality looks like. Honestly, most of Western culture has an idyllic and simplified idea of what enlightenment entails.

I had a happy childhood in a nice suburban area, pretty idyllic, upper middle class and very, very white. My dad is an attorney. My mother is a housewife. They had five kids in seven years: me, my brother, and three sisters. I’m the oldest. We were all very active. My mother was exhausted.

I was never going to get any sleep. I was going to have Alice in Wonderland conversation after Alice in Wonderland conversation until I died of exhaustion. Here, in the restful, idyllic Victorian era.

I’m in the countryside outside of Paris, in a beautiful old manor house. The studio is in the basement, but we decided to set everything up in the old parlor and dining-room area so we can look at each other and (at) the sunshine coming through the stained-glass windows. It’s pretty idyllic, and I think it’s spoiling me. I’ll have to go back to regular life after this.

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.

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.

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

The joyous fulfillment of your sex : the sacred duties of beloved wife, and helpmeet, and mother. In opposition to the vulgar and mercantile hurly-burly of the great world, the idyllic pleasures of the domestic hearth-the which, I firmly believe, make of one small room an everywhere, indeed; and provide us with that small measure of bliss, which is, if we are greatly fortunate, and deserving, Our Lord’s promise to us, of the Heaven to come.

Mr. Wodehouse’s idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own. He has made a world for us to live in and delight in.

All the kids that I grew up with, in an almost idyllic environment – I’ve got to tell you, it was so wonderful – they’ve gone on and they’re doctors and Ph.D.’s and everybody has a four-year college degree. None of our parents, I think, had a four-year degree.

It looked like an old painting, but real – everything achingly idyllic in the morning light – and I thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.

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 had an idyllic childhood and when my parents bought me a Punch and Judy Show and a ventriloquist’s dummy, I’d perform anywhere, anytime. My parents were wonderful when I told them I wanted to be an entertainer.

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

The idyllic mayhem of two cultures colliding just doesn’t seem as funny anymore.

Only animals were not expelled from Paradise.

I lived in Saudi Arabia in the late 1970s. It was, for a Westerner, pretty idyllic. There were the religious police; there were the rules; there were the prayer times. But it was as if we were existing in two separate universes. The Westerners were just allowed to get on with their way of life.

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

An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.

This supposed idyllic society we have is the most confused, warped, addicted society in the history of the world. We are addicted to power, we’re addicted to our own image of ourselves, to violence, divorce, abortion, and sex.

My images are unashamedly idyllic and romantic, a kind of enchanted Africa. They’re my elegy to a world that is steadily, tragically vanishing.

I cannot deny that on a breezy summer’s day, Fishers Island is one of the most idyllic places possible for a round of golf.