Horse Quotes

“Never place your bet on a sick horse.”
― Paul Bamikole, Trees by the river

“My heart is taken by you
and these mornings since I am a horse running towards
a cracked sky where there are countless dawns
breaking simultaneously.
There are two moons on the horizon
and for you
I have broken loose.”
― Joy Harjo, She Had Some Horses

“Holding the horse’s reins was a man with dark hair on his head and chin. He wore a large sword at his side and smelled like the movement of water and wind.”
― Audrey Mackaman, A Dog in King Arthur’s Court

“This heavy, grass-loving dog,”
― Christopher Buehlman, The Blacktongue Thief

“Unicorns are horses that lost faith in science.”
― Rajesh`

“My friend, it is a firm belief of mine that if a gentleman is to secure the services of a London cab then he should certainly carry a carrot on his person. Why only tip the driver and not the horse?”
― Kevin Ansbro, The Minotaur's Son & Other Wild Tales

“True love is like a young horse,
sweet, strong, following its own course,
playing along with all the divine source.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual

“A horse wouldn’t throw you off its back when you ride it. It would only throw you off when you take it for a ride.”
― Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

“The horses of darkness and light inside us, are ridden by the men with the same face as ours. The man on the horse of light holds the sword of darkness. And the man on the horse of darkness holds the sword of light. They are at war with each other always, and they get wounded and bleed continuously. But yet, they never die. Every time the blood of the horse of darkness touches the sword of darkness, the strength of it increases. And the same happens with the light too. We are just the mere spectators of the war that never ends. While all the walls inside us, keep getting smeared by the blood of darkness and light.”
― Akshay Vasu, The Musings of Light and Darkness: Collection of words for the wandering souls

“Riding my calm dark mare, I was armed and in disguise: shod, braided, cloaked and hooded in green wool against the rain.”
― Patricia A. McKillip, Winter Rose

“My words emerge as a stallion standing firm even when none have the ability to ride them.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“It must have been after more than five minutes of this concentrated examination of the phenomenal shape which this strange growth on the horse's neck was gradually assuming, that the door-keeper suddenly leapt to his feet and began shouting: "Bundy! Bundy! Bundy! come quick! Here's a horse that's going to have two heads! For God's sake come quick, Bundy, and look! It's going to have a man's head as well as its own! Quick! Quick! Bundy! come quick!”
― John Cowper Powys, The brazen head

“I’m just trying to understand the rider, so I can better deal with the horse.”
― Rae Knightly, Ben Archer and the Star Rider

“The stables were dark, but she knew where to find Philippe. She stepped up to his stall and whistled a familiar note to her dear Belgian draft horse. She hadn't had reason to ride him in months. He whinnied excitedly and pressed his velvet-soft coppery nose to her outstretched hand, searching for the treat he knew she'd brought him.
"Are you ready to go on a small adventure with me?" she whispered into his ear while removing the apple from her pocket and holding it to his mouth. He made a noise that could have been an agreement and made quick work of the snack. She saddled him in the dark, working from memory since she couldn't quite see what she was doing. Philippe stood patiently and waited for her to mount him.
Together they left the stables. Philippe seemed to understand the need for secrecy. Belle guided him through the gardens and out to the northernmost edge of the castle grounds, where there was a small breach in the wall no one had gotten around to repair yet.
"Think you can make the jump?" she asked. Philippe grunted as though the question was an insult. Her trotted over and made the jump with ease, earning a gracious scratch around his ears from Belle.”
― Emma Theriault, Rebel Rose

“One can’t allow a man to have his way all the time.” She paused reflectively. “Once Lord Berwick told me that when a horse pulls at the reins, one should never pull back. Instead, loosen them. But never more than an inch.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

“He called his horse Bicou, he called the child Bicou, and to hell with it.”
― Jean Giono, Ennemonde et autres caractères

“When those who truly pushed the box have no say in which direction the box goes, our home is left with one of the most common problems in the known world.

With even the boxes, scratching their heads.”
― Monaristw

“The moment you think of the poor horse struggling to pull the carriage, not the people smiling on the carriage, you are on the way to becoming a human!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“What does the horse give you
That I cannot give you?”
― Louise Glück, The Wild Iris

“His hatred of everything was for the moment subsumed by the sheer joy of space. Hobson was right, you couldn’t steer him with a mallet, but at least he was headed in the right direction, which was away from his stable. Boris didn’t want to spend the days kicking the bricks out of his wall while waiting to throw the next bumptious idiot. He wanted to bite the horizon. He wanted to run.”
― Terry Pratchett

“I speak Spanish to God, Italian to women, French to men and German to my horse.”
― Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor

“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.”
― Marti Healy, The Rhythm of Selby

“Horrifying deeds awaits the dim-witted horse with no legs.”
― Florin-Marian Hera, BEFORE INC.WE935.I57.N211

“She knew enough about animals to know that if the horse didn’t feel safe, she shouldn’t feel safe either.”
― Victoria Lynn, Once I Knew

“The night seemed made of silence. Even the click of the palfrey's hooves on the mountain rock sounded soft as raindrops, as if noise might offend some starlit god.”
― Karen Ullo, Cinder Allia

“No, I don't look like a champion.
If I were a racehorse, no one would bet a dime on me.
But I run and, oddly enough, I always get where I want to go.”
― Augusto Branco, Vida. Já Perdoei Erros Quase Imperdoáveis

“So tell me brother, how many times have you seen The Notebook? ‘Cause that information the boys back home are going to need to know”
― Joanne Wylde

“Before moving away, she’d sold the mare to her riding instructor, who she knew would treat Willow like family. But the first thing she’d done after coming home was buy her back, all cash, so she’d never have to worry about being parted from her horse again. It took a hefty chunk out of her savings and meant renting a studio apartment above the restaurant with finicky plumbing, heated by a radiator, but she didn’t regret it for a second.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Stirring Up Love

“Before him stood a tall bay horse, a very fine hunter, and on it sat the man. He was as large as his voice and, thought Jack, a most peculiar sight: a picture of softened sharpness. He was middle-aged and of a rather fair, but rich colouring, with glinting eyes and ruddy cheeks. He wore colourful clothes, a beautiful embroidered waistcoat of gold and green and pink and red, beneath a riding coat of a familiar shade of green, and bright white breeches with polished black top boots that had lovely brown trim. But there was nothing cheery about these colours, they were strong and shone like metal. Just like a suit of armour, thought Jack.”
― Chiara Kilian, The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits

“She had made friends already, and like all horses she knew that important tasks should best be tackled communally.”
― Chiara Kilian, The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits