Top 13 Amish Quotes

Growing up around Amish farmland, I enjoyed the opportunity to witness firsthand their love of family, of the domestic arts – sewing, quilting, cooking, baking – as well as seeing them live out their tradition of faith in such a unique way.

On the farm, I had chores. I had a calf. We had a herd of cattle in the pasture. We’d go and get me a calf at a cow auction with Amish people, which I would raise. I gave it a bottle every day, in this cute little coop, like a giant dog coop almost. I’ve always been a big animal person.

Vegetarian is like raising a kid Mennonite. It’s difficult but not that different. Raising your kid vegan is like being Amish. A totally different world.

I’m remote from most technology to the point that I’m kind of Amish.

I know how to cane chairs – how’s that for a useless skill? My mom once took a course and taught me how to do it when I was stuck at home sick with the flu. Now I’m all set if I ever decide to drop out of fashion and join an Amish community.

I wanted to be Amish when I was a kid. You just wear black and white – what could be better? One less thing to worry about.

I’m not Amish, but I grew up in that same area of Pennsylvania and became very attracted to the inherent strictness and uniformity of that community.

The Amish like to live a very plain lifestyle, the way they think God intended. It sort of brings you back to, like, ‘Little House on the Prairie’ days or something.

At Motel 6 in Amish Country I wonder if they leave the light on for you?

One of my earliest memories was of seeing horse-drawn buggies with little Amish children peering out at me from the back, their legs dangling as they jabbered in Pennsylvania Dutch, sometimes pointing and giggling at my family following slowly behind them in our car.

Until fairly recently, Amish teachers would reprimand the student who raised his or her hand as being too individualistic. Calling attention to oneself, or being ‘prideful,’ is one of the cardinal Amish worries. Having your name or photo in the papers, even talking to the press, is almost a sin.

I was born and raised in Lancaster, Pennsylvania – in Amish Country!

My mother’s people are Old Order Mennonite – horse and buggy Mennonite, very close cousins to the Amish. I grew up in Lancaster County and lived near Amish farm land.