Kissed by sunlight,embraced by open fields. The horse is the center of all beautiful things.
How the horse dominated the mind of the early races especially of the Mediterranean! You were a lord if you had a horse. Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances...The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action in man!
As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.
The Horse
Here is nobility without conceit,
Friendship without envy,
Beauty without vanity
A willing servant, yet no slave...
God forbid that I should go to a Heaven in which there are no horses.
The horse, with beauty unsurpassed, strength immeasureable, and grace unlike any other, still remains humble enough to carry a man upon his back.
Somewhere...Somewhere in time's Own Space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some Paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
A good rider on a good horse is as much above himself and others as the world can make him.
Round Hoofed, short joined, fetlocks shag and long.
Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttocks, tender hide.
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
And I looked, and beheld a pale horse: and his name that sat sat upon him was death.
To me, horses and freedom are synonymous
The Horse
And God took a handful of southerly wind, blew His breath over it and created the horse.
He has galloped through young girl's dreams, added richness to grown women's lives, and served men in war and strife.
Horses change lives. They give our young people confidence and self esteem. They provide peace and tranquility to troubled souls- they give us hope!
...Wild to hold, though I seem tame.
I will not change my horse with any that treads on four pasterns. Ca ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs, le cheval volant, the Pegasus, chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes... he is pure air and fire...the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch and his countenance enforces homage.
A horse gallops with its lungs, perserveres with its heart, and wins with its character.
To many, the words love, hope and dreams are synonymous with horses.
The horses prance and paw and neigh, Fillies and colts like kittens play...
Has thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. He saith among the trumpets, Ha ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
...suddenly a chariot of fire and horses of fire appeared...
Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.
O for a horse with wings!
The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears.
Courage, wisdom born of insight and humility, empathy born of compassion and love, all can be bequethed by a horse to his rider.
A Hiberanium sage once wrote that there are three things a man never forgets: The girl of his early youth, a devoted teacher, and a great horse.
There's something about the outside of a horse that's good for the inside of a man.
A fine little smooth horse colt,
Should move a man as much as doth a son.
Show me your horse and I will tell you who you are.
Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.
The horse through all its trials has preserved the sweetness of paradise in its blood.
Horses symbolize the personal drive for freedom shared by people of all nations.
When will they make a tractor that can furnish the manure for farm fields and produce a baby tractor every spring?
The old mare watched the tractor work
A thing of rubber and steel,
Ready to follow the slightest wish
Of the man who held the wheel.
She said to herself as it passed by,
You gave me an awful jolt
But there's still one thing you cannot do,
You cannot raise a colt.
The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and fire.
Fierce as the fire and fleet as the wind...
A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves-strong, powerful, beautiful-and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.
The wagon rests in winter, the sleigh in summer, the horse never.
There is something about breeding good horses that makes it the Sport of Kings.
We have been companions now for centuries. I rode you in the high festival to the Parthenon and to the edges of the unknown world under the Shadow of the Eagles. Together we re-took the Holy Places, endured the horrors of the crossing to Crimea. You took me to adventure and to love. We two have shared great joy and great sorrow. And now I stand at the gate of the paddock watching you run in an ecstasy of freedom, knowing you will return to stand quietly, loyally beside me.
The hooves of horses!
-Oh! witching and sweet
Is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet;
No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird,
Can stir me as much as hooves of horses
Have stirred.
As a horse runs, think of it as a game of tag with the wind.
I've spent most of my life riding horses. The rest I've just wasted.
A horse can lend its rider the speed and strength he or she lacks; but the rider who is wise remembers it is no more than a loan.
We gaze upon their quiet beauty,their natural elegance,and we are captivated.They see us softly,in gentle light...rewarding human companionship with strength,grace and intelligence.As they run through arenas and open fields,past mountains and seas,moving like the wind toward heaven,we travel with them, if only in our hearts.
One can get in a car and see what MAN has made, one must get on a horse to see what GOD has made.
Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane
Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end;
His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
As from a furnace, vapours doth he send;
Sometimes he trots, as if he told the steps,
With gentle majesty and modest pride;
Anon he rears upright, curvets, and leaps,
As who should say, "Lo, thus my strength is tried."
Wherever man has left his footprint in the long ascent from barbarism to civilization, we will find the hoofprint of a horse beside it.
I saw a child who couldn't walk, sit on a horse and laugh and talk.....I saw a child who could only crawl, mount a horse and sit up tall.....I saw a child born into strife, take up and hold the reins of life....And that same child was heard to say, thank you God for showing me the way.
Look back on our struggle for freedom,
Trace our present day strength to its source,
And you'll find that man's pathway to glory,
Is strewn with the bones of a horse.
Galloping smoothly across the lush green grass, my heart rides through life itself on the back of a horse.
Steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes?
Thou shall be for Man a source of happiness and wealth;
thy back shall be a seat of honor, and thy belly of riches;
every grain of barley given thee shall purchase indulgence for the sinner.
When God created the horse he said to the magnificent creature: I have made thee as no other. All the treasures of the earth lie between thy eyes. Thou shalt carry my friends upon thy back. Thy saddle shall be the seat of prayers to me. And thou fly without wings, and conquer without any sword. Oh, horse.
Note: The Qu'ran is the sacred book of Islam, which was written by the honorable Muhammed.
If you have any favourite horse quotes you would like to share, e-mail us and we'll add them! Thanks to all those who have contributed so far. And thanks to our model, Bill.
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