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“It's hard to lead a cavalry charge if you think you look funny on a horse.”
― Adlai E. Stevenson

“It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

“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, The Scorpio Races

“Please, Percy...change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse.”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“In riding a horse, we borrow freedom”
― Helen Thompson

“There is a lot of folklore about equestrian statues, especially the ones with riders on them. There is said to be a code in the number and placement of the horse's hooves: If one of the horse's hooves is in the air, the rider was wounded in battle; two legs in the air means that the rider was killed in battle; three legs in the air indicates that the rider got lost on the way to the battle; and four legs in the air means that the sculptor was very, very clever. Five legs in the air means that there's probably at least one other horse standing behind the horse you're looking at; and the rider lying on the ground with his horse lying on top of him with all four legs in the air means that the rider was either a very incompetent horseman or owned a very bad-tempered horse.”
― Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

“Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.”
― Karen Kingsbury

“Horses make a landscape look beautiful.”
― Alice Walker

“Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people. ”
― W.C. Fields

“If not for the horses, Piper would've died.”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“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, The Tough Guide to Fantasyland

“If wishes were horses, my mortal father used to say, beggars would ride.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“When I hear somebody talk about a horse or cow being stupid; I figure it's a sure sign that the animal has somehow outfoxed them”
― Tom Dorrance, True Unity: Willing Communication Between Horse and Human

“Horses change lives. They give out young people confidence and self-esteem. They provide peace and tranquility to troubled souls, they give us hope.”
― Toni Robinson

“But what truly horsey girls discover in the end is that boyfriends, husbands, children, and careers are the substitute-for horses”
― Jane Smiley, A Year at the Races: Reflections on Horses, Humans, Love, Money, and Luck

“I don't like people," said Velvet. "... I only like horses.”
― Enid Bagnold, National Velvet

“You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him participate in synchronized diving.”
― Cuthbert Soup, Another Whole Nother Story

“There is no better place to heal a broken heart than on the back of a horse.”
― Missy Lyons, Cowboys Don't Sing

“You鈥檝e gone far away to a place with no horses and very little grass, and you鈥檙e 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, Love Story

“There's so few things men can talk about. If a man doesn't like baseball, then he must like horses, and if he doesn't like either of them, well, I'm in trouble anyway: he don't like girls.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany鈥檚 and Three Stories

“A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground or break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose into the open.”
― Gerald Raftery

“Fascination with horses predated every other single thing I knew. Before I was a mother, before I was a writer, before I knew the facts of life, before I was a schoolgirl, before I learned to read, I wanted a horse.”
― Jane Smiley, A Year at the Races: Reflections on Horses, Humans, Love, Money, and Luck

“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, Tiger Lily

“Proper handling of a horse like this is no simple matter. He was trained to race, from birth. Not only to race, but to be the best. Once a champion, he was spoiled with attention and permissive handling. Add to that, he's an ungelded male, with a strong natural mating drive. It all adds up to a horse with a mile-wide streak of arrogance, bloody bored out of his mind. Without proper exercise and opportunities to mate, all that aggressive energy festers. He becomes moody, intractable, withdrawn, destructive."

Ashworth raised an eyebrow at Bellamy. "Is it just me, or is this conversation becoming uncomfortably personal?"

Spencer fumed. "I'm not referring to myself, you ass.”
― Tessa Dare, One Dance with a Duke

“I like the lady horses best,
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.
I like their lady horse swagger,
after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up!
But mainly, let鈥檚 be honest, I like
that they鈥檙e ladies. As if this big
dangerous animal is also a part of me,
that somewhere inside the delicate
skin of my body, there pumps
an 8-pound female horse heart,
giant with power, heavy with blood.
Don鈥檛 you want to believe it?
Don鈥檛 you want to lift my shirt and see
the huge beating genius machine
that thinks, no, it knows,
it鈥檚 going to come in first.”
― Ada Limon, Bright Dead Things

“What are your pleasures and pursuits, Lord Moncrieffe?" Miss Eversea asked too brightly, when the silence had gone on for more than was strictly comfortable or polite.
That creaky conversation lubricant. It irritated him again that she was humoring him.
"Well, I'm partial to whores."
Her head whipped toward him like a weather-vane in a hurricane. Her eyes, he noted, were enormous, and such a dark blue they were nearly purple. Her mouth dropped, and the lower lip was quivering with shock or... or...
"Whor... whores...?" She choked out the word as if she'd just inhaled it like bad cigar smoke.
He widened his own eyes with alarm, recoiling slightly.
"I... I beg your pardon - Horses. Honestly, Miss Eversea," he stammered. "I do wonder what you think of me if that's what you heard.”
― Julie Anne Long, What I Did for a Duke

“Until recently, I believed all horses were alike. They鈥檝e been giant, four-footed animals with ugly dispositions and alarmingly large teeth for so long that it鈥檚 a bit startling to notice how different they are from each other. Mara鈥檚 mare, for instance, is a chestnut bay except for a wide white blaze down her nose that makes her seem perpetually surprised. My huge plodding mount is a dark brown near to black creature, with the most unruly mane I鈥檝e ever seen. Her shaggy forelock covers her right eye and reaches almost to her mouth.
Mara鈥檚 mare head-butts her in the chest. Grinning, Mara plants a kiss between her wide, dumb eyes, then murmurs something.
鈥淗ave you named her?鈥� I ask.
鈥淵es! Her name is Jasmine.鈥�
I grimace. 鈥淏ut jasmine is such a sweet, pretty flower.鈥�
Mara laughs. 鈥淗ave you named yours?鈥�
鈥淗er name is Horse.鈥�
She rolls her eyes. 鈥淚f you want to get along with your mount you have to learn each others鈥� languages. That means starting with a good name.鈥�
鈥淎ll right.鈥� I pretend to consider. 鈥淲hat about Imbecile? Or Poops A Lot?”
― Rae Carson, The Bitter Kingdom

“Peter! Were you looking for a horse-shoe?"

"No; I was expecting the horse, but the shoe is a piece of pure, gorgeous luck."

"And observation. I found it."

"You did. And I could kiss you for it. You need not shrink and tremble. I am not going to do it. When I kiss you, it will be an important event -- one of those things which stand out among their surroundings like the first time you tasted li-chee. It will not be an unimportant sideshow attached to a detective investigation.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Have His Carcase

“Nestor beckoned to me and I dismounted with care.I handed the reins to the boy with thanks. I do not wish to see that hard-charging bag of bones again, unless it is in my soup.”
― Tamora Pierce, Bloodhound

“The horses suddenly began to neigh, protesting
Against those who were drowning them in the ocean.
The horses sank to the bottom, neighing, neighing.
Until they had all gone down.
That is all. Nevertheless, I pity them,
Those bay horses, that never saw land again.”
― Boris Slutsky, Things That Happened