Quotes About Horses

Almanzo knew that in the whole world there was nothing so beautiful, so fascinating, as beautiful horses. When he thought that it would be years and years before he could have a little colt to teach and take care of, he could hardly bear it.

horses, she did as asked. But when they followed

I knew it! He pumps a fist into the air. You've fallen in love with me. You want to have my babies. We'll get a team of horses and a covered wagon and we'll journey to South America and raise goats.

So many horses had been sent to the front that the Berlin Zoo's elephants were put to work hauling wagons through the streets.

Normality for me was not a brooding monolith or eerie hummock but a cosy beechwood or a meadow with horses in it or, to my slight embarrassment, the residential streets around town. There you could see into people's back gardens and glimpse their messy kitchens or sitting rooms; I'd walk there incessantly, supping on homely ordinariness.

Become a master of your intellect as a charioteer masters his horses and you will realize it is not about the war, it is not about fighting or not fighting, it is not about winning or losing, but it is about taking decisions and discovering the truth about yourself. When you do this, there will be no fear, there will be no ego; you will be at peace, even in the midst of what the deluded call war.

I grew up loving horses. I was relatively obsessed, starting with my rocking horse at age 2, all the way through my painting and drawing phase.

Horses and life, it's all the same to me.

Papa says. "Our Stars of David glowed in the spotlight! He immediately ordered his soldiers to avoid bombing that area. Then he flew down to rescue us! The Russians are stationed not far away in Lodz so they ran for their horses and rode in to find us!" Amazing!

I felt a sudden chill and pulled the blanket over my head. That's the way they bring horses out of a fire, I remembered. If they can't see, they won't panic. I tried to figure out if I felt calmer with a blanket over my head. No I did not was the answer.

Things become quieter, but the cries do not cease. "What's up, Albert?" I ask. "A couple of columns over there got it in the neck." The cries continued. It is not men, they could not cry so terribly. "Wounded horses," says Kat. It's unendurable. It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish, filled with terror, and groaning.

I tell you it is the vilest business to use horses in the war.

we were being trained to be heroes the way they train circus horses, and we quickly got used to it.

Five years later, during the final assault on Berlin, a Russian shell scored a direct hit on a stable at the western end of the Tiergarten. The adjacent Kurfürstendamm, once one of Berlin's prime shopping and entertainment streets, now became a stage for the utterly macabre—horses, those happiest creatures of Nazi Germany, tearing wildly down the street with manes and tails aflame.

I wish we had horses to ride, Maria said. In my happiness I would like to be on a good horse and ride fast with thee riding fast beside me and we would ride faster and faster, galloping, and never pass my happiness.

I write about my now. It is the horses. You have a very interesting now. And you've made me presents of many places and people.

Bana bak, Billy, bir s?r vereyim sana. Ne varsa çarÅŸaflarda var, Billy. Kad?nlardan uzak dur, atlardan uzak dur, sonra durdu, kartallardan uzak dur, Billy. Atlar? seven atlar? bulur, kartallar? seven kartallar? bulur. Durdu, ba??n? çarÅŸaf?n alt?na soktu. Gitmem gerekiyor dedi Uçan Billy Turner. Kad?nlar? seven içkiyi bulur dedi William Campbell. Atlar? seven...

Do you want to break Roach's back?' 'Is it Roach? Roach was a bay, and she's a chestnut.' 'All of my horses are called Roach.

Give me my sword, Geralt.' He looked at her. Ciri stepped back involuntarily. She had never seen him with an expression like that before. 'If you had a sword, you might have to kill with it. Can you do it?' 'I don't know. Give me my sword.' 'Run. And don't look back.' Horses

All of my horses are called Roach.

The voivode with the hard-to-remember name, who must have heard something about the affairs and problems of Fourhorn, politely asked whether the mares were foaling well. Gerald answered yes, much better than the stallions. He wasn't sure if the joke had been well taken, but the voivode didn't ask any more questions.

In Cintra, as she remembered, an attractive man was one whose head reached the ceiling, whose shoulders were as broad as a doorway, who swore like a dwarf, roared like a buffalo and stank at thirty paces of horses, sweat and beer, regardless of what time of day or night it was.

There are friends and faces that may be forgotten, but there are horses that never will be.

Now a little boy or girl, and many an older person, thinks that a spotted horse is the real thing, but practical cattle men know that this freak of color in range-bred horses is the result of in-and-in breeding, with consequent physical and mental deterioration.