Top 100 Old Mare Quotes
#1. I am more likely to be the mate of that old mare in the field than the mate of a royal, let alone the Alpha of our pack. And for the signs to appear even before I am sixteen seems quite doubtful.
Quinn Loftis
#2. If the wild filly, "Progress," thou wouldst ride,
Have young companions ever at thy side;
But wouldst thou stride the stanch old mare, "Success,"
Go with thine elders, though they please thee less.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
#3. You have to let her know you're in charge!"
"I thought I was!" Typical female. The mare had only let him THINK he was in charge.
Kerrelyn Sparks
#4. Mare, don't be such a brat all the time, and stop beating up that Warren boy.
Victoria Aveyard
#5. Could a mare only like mares or stallions, or could a mare like whatever she damn pleased? Maybe she just didn't know enough yet to understand what she was or what she wanted. Or maybe she was lots of things, just as her skin was a mixture of browns. Maybe she didn't have to like anything.
Lila Bowen
#6. Fancies were all very well for a change, but must be only occasional guests in a world devoted to reality.
Walter De La Mare
#7. All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
Walter De La Mare
#8. The basic philosophy of life seemed to be: What do I care? It's none of my business. [The philosophy of Naples, Italy.]
Franco Di Mare
#9. What I would do, to myself or anyone else, for the chance to go back home? But no one is there. No one I care about. They're gone, protected, far away. Home is no longer the place we're from. Home is safe with them. I hope.
Victoria Aveyard
#10. Who said, 'All Time's delight
Hath she for narrow bed;
Life's troubled bubble broken'?
That's what I said.
Walter De La Mare
#12. ...the city of Naples was like this: wonderful from a distance, but when seen close up, it was fragmentary, indefinable, and coarse...
Franco Di Mare
#14. Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.
George Orwell
#16. A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone.
Walter De La Mare
#17. God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.
Walter De La Mare
#18. My kids are one, three, five and eight, and we are all horsey. The kids have got their ponies and can ride. Our foundation mare is special to our hearts. She was one of my first ever horses. She was my first ever winner at Chester, which is also special, and she's just the apple of our eyes, really.
Michael Owen
#19. What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
Walter De La Mare
#20. The grass and the rivers and the stones and women and horses and more Stars and men and clouds and birds and trees came dancing through the afterbirth of the Mare,
Catherynne M Valente
#21. When indeed you positively press your face, so to speak, against the crystalline window of your eyes, your mind is apt to become a perfect vacuum.
("Out Of The Deep")
Walter De La Mare
#22. Hige sceal pe heardra, heorte pe cenre,
mod sceal pe mare pe ure maegen lytlao.
( Will shall be the sterner, heart the bolder, spirit the greater as
our strength lessens. )
J.R.R. Tolkien
#23. Shocked to see me?" I drawl at them, chuckling at the horrific joke.
Victoria Aveyard
#25. Poor sleepers should endeavor to compose themselves. Tampering with empty space, stirring up echoes in pitch-black pits of darkness is scarcely sedative.
("Out Of The Deep")
Walter De La Mare
#26. The danger in a brood mare band is that your mares become antiquated, and you wake up some day and realize that the average age of your band is 15 or 16 and that in another year they won't be producing offspring. I think the ideal average age for a brood mare band is about 10.
Larry MacPhail
#27. In high school, theater was all I ever wanted to do. I didn't see that I was going to set it aside for so many years and take a right turn into television. Of course, wanting to do theater is something you hear a lot from actors. I think I've been embarrassed to be in that big cliche.
Mare Winningham
#28. For a storm is certainly coming, whether from my hand or someone else's.
and i have no idea who will survive the dawn
Victoria Aveyard
#29. The mare on which the traitor had been seated at the time of his death was, obviously, no longer considered the best horse in Parthia. It was amazing that she had not been served as stew at one of the banquets.
M.C. Scott
#30. A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace.
Walter De La Mare
#31. The horse could not do without Manhattan. It drew him like a magnet, like a vacuum, like oats, or a mare, or an open, never-ending, tree-lined road.
Mark Helprin
#32. Poor tired Tim! It's sad for him He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do.
Walter De La Mare
#33. And some win peace who spend
The skill of words to sweeten despair
Of finding consolation where
Life has but one dark end.
Walter De La Mare
#34. Oh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What's out into what's in.
Walter De La Mare
#35. We have nothing to fear from others because approval and acceptance lies within ourselves.
from Chapter 4
Mare Chapman
#37. She picked a sorrel mare with four white socks named Scarlett. Levi wasn't about to ride his favorite stallion, Rhett - Tamara would read too much into that - so he saddled Ashley, the one gelding in the stables, instead. You
Tiffany Reisz
#39. Yesterday he was a prince; today he is king. I thought he was my friend, my bethrothed, but now I know better.
Victoria Aveyard
#41. It was well known among rivermen that having a preacher and a gray mare on board was an invitation to disaster.
George R R Martin
#42. Hi! handsome hunting man
Fire your little gun.
Bang! Now the animal
is dead and dumb and done.
Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again,
Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!
Walter De La Mare
#43. I don't know whether it's a fear of standing up, but I really love sitting at the table and blabbing. I learn so much that way, and I think I get free that way, free from inhibition and fears.
Mare Winningham
#44. There is nothing special about the mare, nothing at all. A fine enough head, good enough bone. As a pony, she is a beauty. As a capall uisce, she is nothing. The girl too, is nothing special - slight, with a ginger ponytail. She looks less afraid than her mare, but she's in more danger.
Maggie Stiefvater
#45. It was past dark when I reached the city and I'd mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pick her own pace and browse in the grain fields along the way.
Deborah Wheeler
#46. To breed a winner, let alone at Royal Ascot, is unbelievable. I've got four children and they all love the mother. We pat it most days and she's a lovely mare.
Michael Owen
#47. Diamond heists, romance & intrigue feature in Stella di Mare.
Patricia Bellomo
#48. Without imagination of the one kind or of the other, mortal existence is indeed a dreary and prosaic business ... Illumined by the imagination, our life, whatever its defeats - is a never-ending unforeseen strangeness and adventure and mystery.
Walter De La Mare
#49. When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
Walter De La Mare
#50. Let them enjoy their Eden while they can; though there's plenty of apples, I fear, on the tree yet, Mr Lawford.
Walter De La Mare
#51. The "mare" in "nightmare" originally referred to a demonic woman who suffocated sleepers by lying on their chests (she was called "Old Hag" in Newfoundland).
Oliver Sacks
#52. I think of you now mare than ever. It's raining today.
Haruki Murakami
#53. Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are
Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
Walter De La Mare
#54. Not a god's chosen, but a god's cursed. That's what we all are.
Victoria Aveyard
#55. His was not an easy face to read, and no one could have told that in the past half hour he had suffered the worst knock of his life. Except that he no longer whistled into the wind or talked to his irritable mare, there was nothing to show.
Winston Graham
#56. My favorite part about Mare Barrow is her almost selfish survival instinct, as well as her increasingly gray morality. Her character arc in 'Glass Sword' is a lot deeper and more emotional than before, so I'm glad I got to write this sequel and that people want to read it.
Victoria Aveyard
#57. As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.
Walter De La Mare
#58. We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
Walter De La Mare
#60. Nature has not placed us in an inferior rank to men, no more than the females of other animals, where we see no distinction of capacity, though I am persuaded if there was a commonwealth of rational horses ... it would be an established maxim amongst them that a mare could not be taught to pace.
Mary Wortley Montagu
#61. Mare?"
"Are you afraid, Maven?"
"I am. I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid of letting this opportunity pass us by. And I'm afraid of what happens if nothing in this world ever changes. That scares me more than dying.
Victoria Aveyard
#62. Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
Walter De La Mare
#64. The dandelion was long popularly known as the 'pissabed' because of its supposed diuretic properties, and other names in everyday use included 'mare's fart', 'naked ladies', 'twitch-ballock', 'hounds-piss', 'open arse', and 'bum-towel'.
Bill Bryson
#65. His expression is unreadable, but his meaning is clear. With one hand, he points at his feet. His fingers are whiter than I remember.
I do as he says.
I kneel.
Victoria Aveyard
#66. I would prefer death to this cage, to the twisted obsession of a mad boy king.
Victoria Aveyard
#68. I'm not leaving this place unless I leave behind his corpse - or mine.
Victoria Aveyard
#69. A good stallion woos his mare." ...
Being really well hung and turned on probably works in his favor," he added with a teasing smile.
Victoria Vane
#70. The fallen prince is exhausting. I don't know how Mare could stand him or his inability to choose a damned side-especially when there's only one side he can possibly pick.
Victoria Aveyard
#71. From the pilot's seat, Cal glowers. "He's done enough." He watches me take the chair next to him, seething all the while. "You really want to storm a secret prison built for people like us?"
"Would you rather let Julian die?" No answer but for a low hiss. "That's what I thought.
Victoria Aveyard
#72. C'mon, Mare. I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm married to the love of my life."
"The love of your life is a Harley!"
"Not anymore!
Jamie McGuire
#73. It's to bad we didn't stay longer", I murmur, looking out at the river. "I would have liked to die close to home.
Victoria Aveyard
#74. Marvellous happy it was to be
Alone, and yet not solitary.
O out of terror and dark, to come
In sight of home.
Walter De La Mare
#75. It will be just like Duncan Mac-Girdie's mare,' said Evan, 'if your ladyships please, he wanted to use her by degrees to live without meat, and just as he had put her on a straw a day the poor thing died!
Walter Scott
#78. The ambition which he felt astir at times in the darkness of his soul sought no outlet. A dusk like that of the outer world obscured his mind as he heard the mare's hoofs clattering along the tramtrack on the Rock Road and the great can swaying and rattling behind him.
James Joyce
#79. No commentary, Nora. Please," he said as he pushed an arm inside the mare.
"I won't say a single word," she pledged as she took the horse's head in her lap. "Except that this reminds me of my last date with Griffin.
Tiffany Reisz
#81. The piebald mare paws at the sand; I see her digging out of the corner of my eye and hear her grinding her teeth. That bridle's her curse, this island her prison. She still smells of rot.
Maggie Stiefvater
#82. I made a decision to live outside the city in northern California. My agent said to me, 'Kid, you're going to make a mint in television movies.' He positioned me, and we picked really good projects, and I cornered that market. They were 20-day projects.
Mare Winningham
#83. I'm a Silver, sir."
"No you are not, Mare Barrow, and you must never forget it.
Victoria Aveyard
#84. Why give him a choice at all? You said yourself, we need everyone we can get. If this Nix guy is half of what you are, we can't afford to let him go."
The answer is so simple, and it cuts me to bone.
"Because no one ever gave me a choice.
Victoria Aveyard
#85. It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, changing and yet changeless, thing it was. And yet mystery and loveliness alike were really only appreciable with one's legs, as it were, dangling down over into the grave.
Walter De La Mare
#86. He praised the mare and tugged at her ear. He flattered the cob as well, liking him suddenly; sorry for him because his plain looks concealed such a generous heart.
Kate Thompson
#87. Even one small thing can go right in a world so wrong ~ Mare Barrow
Victoria Aveyard
#88. The only catalogue of this world's goods that really counts is that which we keep in the silence of the mind.
Walter De La Mare
#89. They've pulled me inside out, swapping Mare for Mareena, a thief for a crown, rags for silk, Red for Silver. This morning I was a servant, tonight I'm a princess. How much more will change? What else will I lose?
Victoria Aveyard
#90. For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.
Walter De La Mare
#91. Nothing walks the earth more savage than a mare enraged.
Janet Morris
#92. A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Walter De La Mare
#93. Another round," she goads, and holds out a hand for the cards. "I bet a week of laundry."
Across from us, Cal stops his preparatory stretching to snort. "You think Mare does laundry?"
"Do you, Your Highness?" I snap back, grinning. He just pretends not to hear me.
Victoria Aveyard
#94. I've come this come all this way and suddenly I'm back in the arena, watching Silvers display everything we are not.
Victoria Aveyard
#97. His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars, Rest, rest, and rest again.
Walter De La Mare
#98. They're not pro-life. You know what they are? They're anti-woman. Simple as it gets, anti-woman. They don't like them. They don't like women. They believe a woman's primary role is to function as a brood mare for the state.
George Carlin
#99. Thinking is like a fountain. Once it gets going at a certain pressure, well, it almost impossible to turn it off. And, my hat! what odd things come up with the water!
("Out Of The Deep")
Walter De La Mare
#100. On verge of going apostrophic, taking foxglove, myrrh, mare's milk cure, shedding articles, shredding conjunctions, but can't shake prepositions.
Kate Campbell
