Quotes About Horses

horses were afraid of only two things: things that moved and things that didn't.

I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold

I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold — Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems (University of California Press; 0 edition, January 6, 2003)

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride

What do we, as a nation, care about books? How much do you think we spend altogether on our libraries, public or private, as compared to what we spend on our horses?

My father was a great fan of the horses. His only regret was that I never ran in the Grand National.

Oats. A grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.

To me, horses and freedom are synonymous.

Wild horses don't know the burning taste of the whips. Freedom protects us from the many evils!

When the powerful horses went out, they were straining to go throughout the earth. And he said, "Go throughout the earth!" So they went throughout the earth.

I am fond of the sound of horses in the night. The lifting of feet. Stamping. The clicking of their iron shoes against rock. They mouth one anothers withers and rear and squeal and whirl and shuffle and cough and stand and snort. There is the combined rumblings of each individual gut. They sound larger than they are. The air tastes of horses, ripples as though come alive with their good-hearted strength and stamina.

There is no happiness like the pounding of so many horses into one. I imagine I hear the horses laugh. I think it every time. I think that running is the way a horse may laugh out loud. When I am older I will believe that following in their wake has filled me with the inconsolable joy of animals.

I'm hostile to men, I'm hostile to women, I'm hostile to cats, to poor cockroaches, I'm afraid of horses.

Three brown horses thundered in circles in a nearby pen, panicked by the flames and running in circles to avoid a danger that wasn't even a minor threat to them. Idiot creatures. Not unlike humans.

He politely breathed up my nose. I had learned many years ago that this is the preferred greeting of most horses. They like to breathe up your nose. Especially when you're first introduced. And then, to be polite, you must breathe back up theirs.

Many of the town's residents summered up North, along with their horses. Others took long, slow weekends at the beach or on the lake or in the mountains, in family homes built by their great grandparents and passed through the generations like prized silver. The rest of us simply tempered our pace and entered into the peace that floated around us on the breeze of a slow-moving fan.

Like humans, horses have both shallow sleep and a deeper rest period of rest known as rapid eye movement (REM) sleep. Horses need about fifteen minutes of REM sleep each day, and they can get that only while lying down.

bringing some horses to corral over here. He'll have more supplies, too." Julia hoped the ranch foreman didn't get back at mealtime.

Between 1870 and 1880 all Sioux were driven into reservations, fenced in and forced to give up everything that had given meaning to their life—their horses, their hunting, their arms, everything.

Where's Priya?" I asked. "She's coming. Unsaddling the horses. She lost the bet." "Bet?" I said. "Who would take down the first soldier." "You had time for bets?" my mother snapped.

The coachman led his wretched horses into the courtyard, and piloted the vehicle to the principal doorway of the house, a great mansion of gray stone, with several long ranges of windows, many of which were dimly lighted, and looked out like the pale eyes of weary watchers upon the darkness of the night.

Digamos entonces que el alma se asemeja al poder conjunto de un tronco de corceles alados y un auriga. Pues bien, los caballos y los cocheros de los dioses son del mismo genio y de la misma casta, pero los de los hombres son distintos [...]

Incessantly, it seemed, life plagued her with responsibilities, made her fall in love, ripped away any consolation she might find. Sisters and parents, brothers and horses… All staked their claim on her, each conspiring to weigh down her soul… Every day brought unwanted connections, losses, and complications that broke her heart.

Horses are not for riding! They do not exist for riding! Horse riding is man's invention! It is the making up of human benefit!