Monica Dickens Quotes

#1. We dominate a horse by mind over matter. We could never do it by brute strength.

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#2. Riding is a complicated joy. You learn something each time. It is never quite the same, and you never know it all.

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#3. Come to the stable. Come to where the horses are, and the sweet, grainy, pungent smells.

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#4. You and your horse. His strength and beauty. Your knowledge and patience and determination and understanding and love. That's what fuses the two of you onto this marvelous partnership that makes you wonder, "What can heaven offer any better then what I have here on earth?".

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#5. It was with a shock of pitying surprise that she realized, in later years, that the grown-ups had missed the paradise which the children found so easily.

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#6. However, now she was a schoolgirl no longer. She had discovered how to manage her hair, had been to one or two parties and a night club, and laid on lipstick with the idea that each layer was a layer of sophistication.

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#7. A decision loses its charm unless you can act on it immediately.

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#8. What else happened?' she asked, not because she was particularly interested, but because one must talk to one's mother when she came to visit one, however tired and dispirited one felt.

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#9. Dog lovers hate to clean out kennels. Horse lovers like cleaning stables.

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#10. Writing is a cop-out. An excuse to live perpetually in fantasy land, where you can create, direct and watch the products of your own head. Very selfish.

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#11. No ride is ever the last one. No horse is ever the last one you will have. Somehow there will always be other horses, other places to ride them.

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#12. She did not get a medal - it was not fair. 'What a swizz,' she whispered bitterly to her mother as Cicely Barnard's name was called. 'She simply doesn't know enough to be bad.

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#13. The lovely effects of champagne were quite gone and only the nasty ones were left; the taste in the mouth, the splitting ache in the brow and the impotence of not being able to clarify one's thoughts.

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#14. Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I am me. So I have to go on being me.

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#15. The limitless jet-lag purgatory of Immigration and Baggage at Heathrow.

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#16. Mary could be as sullen or rebellious as anyone on occasion, but she never achieved the glorious abandon with which Angela simply went her own way, uncaring.

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