415 Quotes About Horses

Walking in the mountain with bare foot, Teasing the flowers with heavy soot, Touching the grasses, climbing the horses, swinging the girlsIt 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

Everyone who works around a racetrack knows the starting gate is the most dangerous place to work," said Tim Snyder. "You've got a thousand-pound horse, a hundred pound jockey and you're putting them both in a steel cage. Out on the track you can get thrown, but the ground is forgiving and in the event you get trampled, you'll probably be okay. In the gate you can get absolutely crushed".

Just because a horse can run, or train, does not mean that it can race. It might have the ability to run just as fast as everyone else - or faster - but it can't race, or won't race. There are plenty of horses working at Penn National or Finger Lakes, everyday, putting in workouts that are just as fast as the horses at Belmont. But they can't race; that's why they're at Finger Lakes.

I'm quite determined to get to the bottom of it, Tom. As I was driving around that damn bend on my way here, it seemed so obvious that Frank couldn't have misjudged it. I know the road sweeps down, and sharply around, but he knew it so well. And he hadn't been drinking. You know he didn't drink. And the road was dry.

Kelly looks up at me and wags her tail. I swear she's smiling at me. It never fails that some of her radiating positivity seeps into my being. I make a conscious effort to change my perspective. Investigating the death of that poor young jockey might not only get answers for the family and for Neal and Linda, but could help me as well by providing a distraction away from the self-pity I'm inclined to wallow in.

Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage...

Let your yearning for life challenge you to leave behind a second sun which the earth can orbit!

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

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.