Rural towns aren't always idyllic. It's easy to feel trapped and be aware of social hypocrisy.
American family life has never been particularly idyllic. In the nineteenth century, nearly a quarter of all children experienced the death of one of their parents. . . . Not until the sixties did the chief cause of separation of parents shift from death to divorce.
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.
The idyllic mayhem of two cultures colliding just doesn't seem as funny anymore.
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 think the concept of seeking fame and fortune in women's football in the States is a bit idyllic.
I love idyllic places and the kind of suspension of history they offer. But noble beauty is not enough. One must complicate the picture, because there's nowhere to "escape" to on the planet in pursuit of a hermetic pastoralism or a redemptive wilderness sublime.
Another thing we wanted to do, a lot of shows or movies that are in the future or the post-apocalyptic are very bleached, desaturated desert environments and we wanted to do the opposite of that. There's always talk about Chernobyl and the world that environment has recovered has become this idyllic, bizarrely refuge for wildlife.
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.
Everybody has a down day, no one's perfect; no one's having the most idyllic life. I mean, I guess everybody wants to project positivity to the outside world, but if we're honest, no one's going to have 247 bliss.
I was always a happy and loving person. Many would say that I was living an idyllic life.
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.
The Forest of Arden, where I grew up, is where As You Like It is set. It was idyllic.
My images are unashamedly idyllic and romantic, a kind of enchanted Africa. They're my elegy to a world that is steadily, tragically vanishing.
An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.
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.
Not every corporation's idyllic.
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.
