100 Quotes About Horse

Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds." Job 39:19-25. Anonymous

Chris just watches, but he can't keep his mouth shut for long. "Excellent, everyone is serving me. I'm glad you guys have finally figured out how it should be...now you just need to convince the world. Kate Sherwood

You’ve gone far away to a place with no horses and very little grass, and you’re studying how to write a story with a happy ending. If you can write that ending for yourself, maybe you can come back. Jennifer Echols

When gangs took over the [abandoned public land in Philadelphia] and the neighborhood took a turn for the worse, horses became a way of saving lives. By getting boys interested in raising a horse rather than killing another human being, these cowboys gave the youth something positive: father figures, focus, and the ability to stand tall. G. Neri

I was drawn to horses as if they were magnets. It was in my blood. I must have inherited from my grandfather a genetic proclivity toward the equine species. Perhaps there's a quirk in the DNA that makes horse people different from everyone else, that instantly divides humanity into those who love horses and the others, who simply don't know. Allan J. Hamilton

I understood then, with absolute certainty, that theability of the horse to sense emotion, energy and spirit isbeyond what most of the human world realises. This is whytheir impact on us can be so instant, so consistentlypositive, so transformational. Pam Billinge

The woman recovering from abuse or other stressful life situations may feel she's in no way in charge of anything, least of all her own world. She faces the horse with trepidation. The horse senses the fear and becomes tense and concerned. The wise instructor starts small. The woman is handed a soft brush and sent to fuss over the horse. It's pointed out that if she stands close to the animal, she will be out of range of a well-aimed kick. She is warned to watch for tell-tale signs of fear in herself and the horse. She's warned to keep her feet out from under the horse's stomping hoof. They're both allowed to back away and regroup and try again until they reach an accord regarding personal space. Calm prevails, and within a few minutes, hours or sessions, interaction becomes friendship. It happens almost every time a woman is allowed enough time and space to work through the situation. So a woman whose daily life is overwhelming her learns to step back. Is this a cure for her endless problems? Of course not. Simple is not simplistic. Joanne M. Friedman

Why do you like show jumping?"".. Beauty and excitement. The elements of trust, talent, training, love, and danger make show jumping a thrilling and aesthetic experience. It's really the ultimate test of two nervous systems--the kinetic transfer of the rider's muscle to the horse's muscle enables them to clear those jumps. And there's nothing like it--horse and rider forming an arc of beauty, efficiency, and power, like a double helix."" D N A, "" Yes, DNA, the code to life. Ainslie Sheridan

I learned that when we can be absolutely present like this, our mind, body and spirit become integrated and we are fully conscious, energised, peaceful, alive, at one with the true essence of what it is to be ourselves. In that moment, we can relate with compassion to those around usand to ourselves. It is when what we have satisfies us, and when what we don’t have doesn’t matter. Pam Billinge

Look, " Peter said. To the north was a series of vast grassy plains, and there, just looking like specks at first, was a herd of horses, a species that in Neverland had never been tamed. They were beautiful, flashes of brown and black and tan, their coats gleaming. There was no reason for them to be running that Tiger Lily could see. It was likely that they just loved to run." That's what I want my life to be, " Peter said, staring down at the horses. Tiger Lily sank against him and watched the herd, and thought that was what she wanted too. Jodi Lynn Anderson

Horses frighten me as much as chickens do, ’ he said.‘ That is too bad, because lack of communication with horses has impeded human progress, ’ said Abrenuncio. ‘If we ever broke down the barriers, we could produce the centaur. Unknown

So I’m there, surrounded by all these young and old girls who are obviously in season and I don’t know what to do.” The trained psychologist cleared his throat, his brows raised.“ Girls… in season?” he questioned dubiously.“ Yeah… and they’re all backing up to me and I just know that if I let them fall pregnant the boss’ll kill me, but I’m stuck.”“ Umm… what exactly are we talking about?”“ My dream: me holding the teaser and all the clients’ expensive mares-”“ Oh! So these are horses. Tell me, what’s a teaser? . Christine Meunier

The secret to being a rider in the hippodrome wasn't just that you must be agile, or that you must be good with horses, or that you must be strong and steady as the horse careens to the far end of the arena and back with you riding on its back. It was that you must hide inside your costume a little of a killer's heart. The animal will be tender with you, and you with it, but the animal never forgets that when what it wants for survival requires your death, it will become unafraid to kill you. And so you cannot forget this, either. It is, on reflection, good training to be a courtesan. A woman of any kind. Alexander Chee

In the history of man, there has been and always will be more horses' asses than horses. Jeffrey Fry

William: My brother has an appreciation of art, so I imagine the woman he chooses must be beautiful beyond the pale. Once he outgrows his current predilection with painting and accepts his family responsibilities, he'll need a wife who can move throughout society. She must have proper carriage and be a witty conversationalist. She should have excellent bloodlines as well, in the event of offspring. Emma: With the possible exception of a witty conversationalist, I believe you've described all the attributes of a racehorse. Donna MacMeans

He left his footprints burnt into my heart. Berneen Vidra

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die. Maggie Stiefvater

Horses are of a breed unique to Fantasyland. They are capable of galloping full-tilt all day without a rest. Sometimes they do not require food or water. They never cast shoes, go lame or put their hooves down holes, except when the Management deems it necessary, as when the forces of the Dark Lord are only half an hour behind. They never otherwise stumble. Nor do they ever make life difficult for Tourists by biting or kicking their riders or one another. They never resist being mounted or blow out so that their girths slip, or do any of the other things that make horses so chancy in this world. For instance, they never shy and seldom whinny or demand sugar at inopportune moments. But for some reason you cannot hold a conversation while riding them. If you want to say anything to another Tourist (or vice versa), both of you will have to rein to a stop and stand staring out over a valley while you talk. Apart from this inexplicable quirk, horses can be used just like bicycles, and usually are. Much research into how these exemplary animals come to exist has resulted in the following: no mare ever comes into season on the Tour and no stallion ever shows an interest in a mare; and few horses are described as geldings. It therefore seems probable that they breed by pollination. This theory seems to account for everything, since it is clear that the creatures do behave more like vegetables than mammals. Nomads appears to have a monopoly on horse-breeding. They alone possess the secret of how to pollinate them. . Diana Wynne Jones

Once upon a time, before the boys were killed and when there were more horses than cars, before the male servants disappeared and they made do, at Upleigh and at Beechwood, with just a cook and a maid, the Sheringhams had owned not just four horses in their own stable, but what might be called a 'real horse', a racehorse, a thoroughbred. Its name was Fandango. It was stabled near Newbury. It had never won a damn thing. But is was the family's indulgence, their hope for fame and glory on the racecourses of southern England. The deal was that Pa and Ma - otherwise known in his strange language as 'the shower' - owned the head and body and he and Dick and Freddy had a leg each.' What about the fourth leg?'' Oh the fourth leg. That was always the question. . Graham Swift

He never gave up. And he does that for us Steven Spielberg

Cowgirl Courage isn't the lack of fear, but the courage to take action in the face of fear. J.H. Lee

I want to be the best race horse around when I grow up, Mama.You can be, Charlie, as long as you are willing to try your best and not give up when you have a bad day. Deanie HumphrysDunne

One of the things about writing that inspires--and impresses me, is the music words can make. And, like music, the spaces between the notes can mean as much as the notes themselves. -- The Jesus Horse Melinda West Seifert

We work all our lives to be who we become. And, it's who we become that determines what becomes of us. Melinda West Seifert

Life really is a story, and every story comes to an end. At the same time, it seems we all leave in the middle of our own stories. It's who we become that gives the story body, form and meaning. Melinda West Seifert

I am not a Damsel In Distress who needs a Prince Charming. I am more of Rani Laxmi Bai who rides a Sturdy Horse. Nikita Dudani

Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?... He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage... Robert Olmstead

To horses, everyday is a new day to survive. It's a natural instinct. They don't think of the past or the future, only the present. So in terms of trying to teach your horse or build a special bond, patience is the key to every stall's door. Unknown

Yet when books have been read and reread, it boils down to the horse, his human companion, and what goes on between them. Walter Farley

A book about books is like a poem about poetry: Books are knowledge, paid for, all. Readers - horses in a stall. Stallions should always run. Lest they stale become, in turn. Running waters are most clear. In some books, you disappear —lose yourself, and track of time. How I wish that one was mine.. Mine, to have, to write, to read.. Mine, just like a flying steed. Mine, forever, - to improve. Would I then, of me, approve? I would not, I can't.. myself. I'm but dust, swept off a shelf. Fly, can I, just 'til I'm settled, down, beside my flower, petalled. Will Advise

Yes, it's worth it. The pain of sorrow is terrible and hard to bear, but the joy of love makes it worthwhile. p123 Kate Sherwood

I fake fake to have a fake life. Does that make me a real horse? Buy now for $777, wooden saddle sold separately. Real horseshoes not included. Imaginary ones — neither. Will Advise

My troubles are all over, and I am at home; and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my friends under the apple trees. Anna Sewell

Peering around her, I took note exactly where the hundred metre high cliff started. i didn't want to be taking an unexpected flying lesson today. Kelly Batten

Men were like horses, she mused dreamily. All they needed was breaking in. Margaret Way

We weren’t allies, but not being enemies was close enough for me. Lisa Kessler

I had been riding horses before my memory kicked in, so my life with horses had no beginning. It simply appeared from the fog of infancy. I survived a difficult childhood by traveling on the backs of horses, and in adulthood the pattern didn't change. Monty Roberts

The cracks grew over him like vines, faster and faster. At first he bucked, whinnying metallic screeches. Then he gradually stilled, looking up at me with frightened glass eyes. He was growing. New, molten glass leeched out between his fissures, cooled and hardened only to crack again and make room for more liquid glass. The gears inside him moaned and creaked, and metal filings gathered at the base of his transparent stomach, only to fly up again and form more joints and chains and gears. Black smoke poured from his nostrils. Soon he was the size of a large dog, then a man, and still he grew and grew until he towered over my bed, as big as any plow horse I’d ever seen. Glass dripped down his flanks like sweat, a few rivulets still glowing with molten heat. Betsy Cornwell

Some guys like to undermine a girl's self-esteem with little verbal jabs. Eventually it all adds up. One bee sting doesn't hurt a horse, but enough bee stings can kill a horse. Oliver Gaspirtz

I agree. To me, it [galloping on horseback] is the essence of freedom–the power of the beast beneath you, the wind in your face, the thundering of the hooves. It is a great elixir for the soul.”“ And does your soul need healing, Benjamin?” she asked quietly, gently running her fingertips across his bicep and down his forearm. He turned away from the view of the pond and looked at her with clear, blue eyes, his expression serious. He captured her fingers in the palm of his hand. “My healing started the day I met you. You are my elixir.”“ Then perhaps you need another dose, ” she whispered, her face upturned as she leaned closer to him. . Suzannah Daniels

Nothing is permanent, I tell myself over and over. Especially not a horse. Mara Dabrishus

No matter what, my chest always tightens up before a race. A rush of adrenaline spikes all the way down my spine, and it's like I'm right there. Right on top of Kali, squeezed in that metal stall, looking out at the dirt with my heart in my throat. The starter opens the gates, and the bell rings. Mara Dabrishus

Vacations in my family are rare events squeezed between races. I can count them on one hand, and even those amount to only a few hours each. Shopping in Los Angeles. Sinking my toes into snow white sand in Florida. They are tiny slips of memory strung around horses. Mara Dabrishus

When the striped pole slips by I slide low in the saddle and give Kali room to go. One moment she's bottled up, and the next she's a stream of copper, her chestnut mane smacking me hard in the face while her strides lengthen and everything becomes a droning rumble of hooves and wind. Mara Dabrishus

Kali has a habit of doing these beautiful works that never translate during the races in the afternoon. They call animals like her morning glories, or horrendous bets. Take your pick. Mara Dabrishus

I'm bouncing up and down next to Beck, and his arm is around my waist because it's second nature to reach out and grab something during a race. To grab it and hold on, or shake it, or just feel that it's there and you can steady yourself against it to bring yourself back to earth when the race is done. Mara Dabrishus

That was the beauty of Family, Dakota decided, you knew what it took to make them bleed. The magic was in choosing not too. Ann Simko

Yeah, well. Don’t be that guy, Brady. Don’t be the guy who loves his horse too much. Katrina Abbott

Everything changes except human behavior and its consequences. Stephanie M. Sellers

He was thirty-six years old, and six foot three. He spoke English to people and French to cats, and Latin to the birds. He had once nearly killed himself trying to read and ride a horse at the same time. Katherine Rundell

Lucky for me, all four of his hooves missed my body as they found the ground. I picked my head up, thankful I didn't get stomped, and watched the steer run off along the fence. Mental note: cows are not like horses. Don't let the big brown eyes fool you. Brittney Joy

There the black horse stood - his feet planted firm on the ground, afraid to move. His coat was covered in sweat and a stark white rim lined his eyes. All three of us gawked at his sudden silence. The rattling metal gate was now the only sound. Brittney Joy

With my heart thumping, I froze up. I didn't dance. I was born with two left feet and they only worked together in the saddle. "Come on, " Casey urged and grabbed my hand. "I wore my steel-toe boots. You can stand on my feet for all I care. Brittney Joy

Could I be jealous of the way he was touching my horse? Yep ... I was. Carly Kade

Any real, beautiful thing in this world shouldn't be tamed or claimed or broken. It should be allowed to be, worked with, not against, appreciated. Don't be afraid of the wild she has left. It makes her special." - Cowboy McKennon Kelly to Cowgirl in Training Devon Brooke. Carly Kade

She'll never be all the way tame, just the way she's made ... sorta like you, I imagine. Carly Kade

Want to know a secret?"" Yeah! " His smile grew big and broad." I don't know how to saddle a horse either. And I've never even ridden on one before." His eyes grew wide as the moon. "Jase! " he bellowed, spinning toward his brother." She's never ridden a horse before! " Well, there went my secret. J. Lynn

If there really is a definable 6th sense, it would be the natural connection and the ability of communication between man and animal Justin Southwick

Jasper set an intercepting course towards that Rhylonian Star Duster. Maybe we can catch them on their blind side.”“ Doesn’t this ship have a cloak?” Jaq asks.“ Miss Synergy, I don’t know what they teach now a’days at the Academy, but ships do not wear clothes. Nathan Reese Maher

If there’s a zeppelin, it’s alternate history. If there’s a rocketship, it’s science fiction. If there are swords and/or horses, it’s fantasy. A book with swords and horses in it can be turned into science fiction by adding a rocketship to the mix. If a book has a rocketship in it, the only thing that can turn it back into fantasy is the Holy Grail. Debra Doyle

Lacan, as we have seen in our discussion of Freud, regards the unconscious as structured like a language. This is not only because it works by metaphor and metonymy: it is also because, like language itself for the post-structuralists, it is composed less of signs – stable meanings – than of signifiers. If you dream of a horse, it is not immediately obvious what this signifies: it may have many contradictory meanings, may be just one of a whole chain of signifiers with equally multiple meanings. The image of the horse, that is to say, is not a sign in Saussure’s sense - it does not have one determined signified tied neatly to its tail - but is a signifier which may be attached to many different signifieds, and which may itself bear the traces of the other signifiers which surround it. (I was not aware, when I wrote the above sentence, of the word-play involved in ‘horse’ and ‘tail’: one signifier interacted with another against my conscious intention.) The unconscious is just a continual movement and activity of signifiers, whose signifieds are often inaccessible to us because they are repressed. This is why Lacan speaks of the unconscious as a ‘sliding of the signified beneath the signifier’, as a constant fading and evaporation of meaning, a bizarre ‘modernist’ text which is almost unreadable and which will certainly never yield up its final secrets to interpretation. Terry Eagleton

It is surprising how many great men started out as horse thieves. P.J. Sullivan

You can judge me all you want, but it's just ridiculous coz we're both part of the same universe. Let's just ride the horses into the meadow and let them roll in the delightful grass. Jay Woodman

Horses were never wrong. They always did what they did for a reason, and it was up to you to figure it out. Jeannette Walls

Jasper! ” Casey shouts, startling the young woman. “My cargo is talking to me! Nathan Reese Maher

She points to where he went and looks to the neutral Baumen. “He–he did that to me on purpose! He’s insane. Literally, insane! ” The munchkin just shrugs. “Welcome aboard! ” and returns unconcerned to his work. Nathan Reese Maher

Every dog has its day. Some even bite. Jordan Phillips

Horses don't speak, but they communicate through body language. If you look very closely, you'll find out your horse has been trying to talk to you every day. Unknown

I've often told people who ask if there is a God: Get around enough people with horses and see what happens. See how they survive in spite of all the things they do, and you'll become a believer! Buck Brannaman

I would close my eyes and dream of something strong, dream of horses exploding, rising into the air, their hearts beating survive, survive, survive. Sherman Alexie

Horses get anxious when their expectations are not met. Wendy Williams

Nature is cheaper than therapy. M.P. Zarrella

Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. I'm utterly still; I feel my pulse tap several times against his lips, and then he releases my hand." For luck, " he says. He takes Dove's lead from me." Sean, " I say, and he turns. I take his chin and kiss his lips, hard. I'm reminded, all of a sudden, of that first day on the beach, when I pulled his head from the water. "For luck, " I say to his startled face. . Maggie Stiefvater

I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble’s neck. “Good boy, ” I said. “Trusty steed. Laura Anderson Kurk

For a human to win, it is not necessary for a horse to lose. You should not have to take things away from a horse or break him in fragments in order to train him; rather you should add to the horse. The goal should be making, not breaking. Cherry Hill

From horses we may learn not only about the horse itself but also about animals in general, indeed about ourselves and about life as a whole. George Gaylord Simpson

A horse that loves and cares for a man was loved and cared for by a man! Emma Bullington

Time will come and riding horses will be seen by the whole society as a severe animal rights violation! Mehmet Murat Ildan

Horses are calmer people. They also don't throw things at cats. Tamora Pierce (Author)

Walking in the mountain with bare foot, Teasing the flowers with heavy soot, Touching the grasses, climbing the horses, swinging the girls It is joyful, jolly like the flying. Swimming in the rivers, tearing the clothes and burning the shoes Angel of the nature; counting the grasses, touching the flower, teasing the birds M.F. Moonzajer

And certainly both Horses were doing, if not all they could, all they thought they could; which is not quite the same thing. C.s. Lewis

Chance dug deep into the dirt, his front end rising like a speed boat accelerating through water. I grabbed the saddle horn, surprised by his enthusiasm, but I was just as anxious to run as he was. I gave him the reins to go. Brittney Joy

It doesn't matter what you do in the bedroom as long as you don't do it in the street and frighten the horses. Daphne Fielding

For the first time, they were seeing the dream beneath the flesh. Karla stared at the pointed ears that had come from the Dea al Mon, the hands with sheathed claws that had come from the Tigre, the hooves peeking out from beneath the black gown that could have come from the centaurs or the horses or the unicorns. Most of all, she stared at the tiny spiral horn. The living myth. Dreams made flesh. But, oh, had any of them really thought about who the dreamers had . Anne Bishop

As my mom used to say, " If wishes were horses, we'd be up to our eyeballs in shit. Cat Adams

Typically, in politics, more than one horse is owned and managed by the same team in an election. There's always and extra candidate who will slightly mimic the views of their team's opposing horse, to cancel out that person by stealing their votes just so the main horse can win. Elections are puppet shows. Regardless of their rainbow coats and many smiles, the agenda is one and the same. Suzy Kassem

You have the power to make your dreams come true so reach for them and don't accept anything less. Deanie HumphrysDunne