Top 58 Quotes About A Mare
#1. 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
#2. 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
#3. Nothing walks the earth more savage than a mare enraged.
Janet Morris
#5. For a knight to ride in a carriage was against the principles of chivalry and he never under any circumstances rode a mare.
Barbara W. Tuchman
#6. The soldier takes pride in saluting his Captain,
The devotee proffers a knee to his Lord,
Some back a mare thrown from a thoroughbred,
Troy backed its Helen, Troy died and adored;
Great nations blossom above,
A slave bows down to a slave.
William Butler Yeats
#7. Indeed you have what it takes to care like a mare, but can misters br one?
Aporva Kala
#8. Wisdom is in measured routine. Three naps a day will keep you fit, nine breakfasts before noon, spin until you fall on your back, and thrust your face into a nettle plant. Drink at least five cups of a mare's urine and look upon your self in a silver mirror while you hold your air in your chest.
Benjamin Franklin
#9. You know, for a while there we kept horses for the boys, and we had a mare that had broken down. Couldn't ride it ... You could feed it and brush it and water it and all. Sometimes, I've thought that's what most marriages get to. A horse you still care a little about but cannot any longer ride.
Tom McNeal
#10. 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
#11. The mare set off for home with the speed of a swallow, and going as smoothly and silently. I never had dreamed of such a motion, fluent and graceful, and ambient, soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers, but swift as the summer lightening.
Richard Blackmore
#13. The only way you can obtain brood mares on a basis you can afford is to buy two or three yearling fillies every year and race them. The good ones, the ones that show potentialities, you keep, and the others you get rid of. In that way, you have a chance to build up a good brood mare band.
Larry MacPhail
#14. John Cleese was a big hero of mine. He grew up in Weston Super Mare near Bristol where I grew up; he was always very tall and gangly, but he was smart and used his physicality in a very funny way. I used to think, 'Well he came from Weston and he did it, so there's a chance for me.'
Stephen Merchant
#15. 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
#16. 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
#17. 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
#18. Even one small thing can go right in a world so wrong ~ Mare Barrow
Victoria Aveyard
#19. 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
#20. 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
#21. I'm a Silver, sir."
"No you are not, Mare Barrow, and you must never forget it.
Victoria Aveyard
#23. My first girlfriend in high school, I had a girlfriend in grade school, but my first girlfriend in high school was Mare Winningham, very fine actress.
Val Kilmer
#25. His instincts should have warned him sooner than they had, but thanks to his agimortus, he'd been hobbled like a brood mare waiting to be mounted by a randy stallion
Larissa Ione
#26. I have lived that life already, in the mud, in the shadows, in a cell, in a silk dress. I will never submit again. I will never stop fighting.
Victoria Aveyard
#27. There was nothing romantic about bonding with someone to become a warrior or bonding with someone else to become a brood mare.
Anonymous
#28. I'll see you tomorrow, Mare. You know you want to see my ring."
"And your tat," she said, a smile in her voice.
Jamie McGuire
#29. As he left to answer the call, she heard him exclaiming in wonderment on the rise. Rocks, Nash. Is that a river mare out there? Do you see her? Have you ever laid eyes on a more gorgeous creature?
Kristin Cashore
#30. Ani saw herself clearly in that moment, as a face in darkness gains sudden dimensions in a flash of lightning - a young girl, a silly thing, a lapdog, a broken mare.
Shannon Hale
#31. If there was ever a person begging for an elbow to the face, it is Evangeline Samos.
Victoria Aveyard
#32. Who will you be, my Little Ones? Will you dance for the fires of your youth and run at midnight to water's edge, diving into summer's heat? Will you ride a wild mare to any thought or dream or love of your making? Will you seek the artistry of your own infatuations and explore ...
Carew Papritz
#33. Mare of the Stilts died the day she fell onto a lightning shield. Mareena, the lost Silver princess, died in the Bowl of Bones. And I don't know what new person opened her eyes on the Undertrain. I only know what she has been and what she has lost, and the weight of it is almost crushing.
Victoria Aveyard
#35. 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
#36. Mare, don't be such a brat all the time, and stop beating up that Warren boy.
Victoria Aveyard
#37. 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
#39. Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.
George Orwell
#40. 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
#41. 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
#42. 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
#44. Yesterday he was a prince; today he is king. I thought he was my friend, my bethrothed, but now I know better.
Victoria Aveyard
#46. 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
#47. 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
#48. 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
#49. 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
#50. Not a god's chosen, but a god's cursed. That's what we all are.
Victoria Aveyard
#51. 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
#52. I would prefer death to this cage, to the twisted obsession of a mad boy king.
Victoria Aveyard
#53. 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
#54. 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
#55. 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
#56. 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
#57. 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
#58. 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
