Quotes About Horses

Horses are in our DNA. We used them way before cars for commuting.

Jacob: I've never seen so much manure. Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car. Jacob: how do you stand the smell? Wade: what smell?

In the nineteenth century, maps often indicated watering holes for horses.

We study, said Serbitar. And we train, and we plant flowers and raise horses. Our time is well occupied, I can assure you. No wonder you want to go away and die somewhere, said Rek with feeling.

Built around 1780... a two-hour train ride from Paris... the neighbor keeps his horses in my backyard... pies made with apples from my own trees... I caught the highlights of Hugh's broadcast and understood that my first goal was to make him my boyfriend, to trick or blackmail him into making some sort of commitment. I know it sounds calculating, but if you're not cute, you might as well be clever.

See Pitch over there? he asked, pointing with his chin. Try to get her to come to you. Pitch had wandered from the other horses, trying to get at the hay in the wagon's bed. My eyebrows rose, giving him a pained look. You mean, here, horsy, horsy, horsy... He gave me a severe look, but his eyes were glittering in a repressed amusement.

It was wonderful country that faced him, cedar, piñon and sage, colored hills and flats, walls of yellow rock stretch away, and dim purple mountains all around. If his keen eyes did not deceive him there was a bunch of wild horses grazing on top of the first hill.

All the saddle horses, and even some of the pack animals, were affected by the scent of the wild herd. Freedom still lived deep down in their hearts. That was why a broken horse, no matter how gentle, became the wildest of the wild when he got free.

About noon the following day, the horses

Many horses, alleged to be pack horses had ribs like the sides of a whiskey-cask and hips to hang hats on. Why, some look as if a good feed of oats would make them sag beyond remedy.

The horses came thundering toward Margaret. "Get down!" Daniel tackled her to the dusty ground. The breath puffed out of her. She struggled to free herself, but his strong body kept her pinned beneath him. She could smell the clean scent of soap underneath the scent of his skin. Never in her life had she felt so helpless and dependent. And protected. The word whispered through her brain with a gentle allure.

Winter is our time. They shut up their cities for the cold months. They put their horses in stables and sit around great fires in enormous houses of stone. If you want a bearskin, do you attack in summer when it is strong and fast, or cut its throat as it sleeps?

Marry me," he said, searching her eyes for some sign, some indication of how to proceed. Her gaze held his. His heart beat in his chest like a drum. "Why should I?" she asked, her voice hushed and oddly hopeful and terribly vulnerable. He swallowed, feeling lost and uncertain. "Well," he said, trying to sound reasonable, "I've got a few more horses now." She stared up at him, the blood draining from her face. Then she slugged him.

In my life, I have been kicked by horses and bitten by them. I've been stepped on, crushed against gates, and thrown to the ground, but I have also been nuzzled, rubbed against, carried by, nickered at, and warmed by the great beasts. I thought of all the horses I'd known and couldn't think of a bad one.

Nitkin brought the horses round at a few minutes before ten and I went out to have a word with him and to explain that Simon was not an experienced rider. 'That's all right,' said Nitkin. 'I'll look after Mr. Simon. Don't you worry, madam.' I was not really worrying; I trusted Nitkin. As a matter of fact he was the only person at Limbourne that I trusted.

I was into music from a very early age, and I was also - I don't really talk about this that much - really into horses. I learned a lot about rhythm and about voice from that.

There are horses people use for competition, and if they don't perform well or go lame, then people ask the vet to put them down to get the insurance money. And my vet knows I love horses, so he gives them to me.

There is a lot that horses and art share in common. I have found that most horse people are art lovers, and vice versa.

Take a bath first." she implored. "You're not fit the house. I should take you out to the stables and scrub you like one of the horses, with carbolic soap and a birch brush." "Oh, you nuaghty girl. . .yes, let's do that.

That's money, folks, the perverse love thereof, as if we swam carrying an anchor or the blinders my grandpa's horses wore so that while ploughing they wouldn't notice anything but the furrow ahead, not certainly the infinitely circular horizon of earth.

If wishes were horses, beggers would ride

exclaimed, reaching down to rub Granite's neck. "You did a good job," Robert praised. "You have what it takes to make a fine horseman." "Really?" Clint asked. "I would let you work with my horses any day," Robert said. The spark in Clint's eyes was replaced by a dark

I would be ignorant as the dawn That merely stood, rocking the glittering coach Above the cloudy shoulders of the horses; I would be—for no knowledge is worth a straw Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.

The silence of a place where there were once horses is a mountain and I have seen by lightning that ever mountain once fell from the air ringing like the chime of an iron shoe...