Top 52 Your Mare Quotes
#1. 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
#2. 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
#3. 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
#4. 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
#5. 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
#6. 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
#7. We have nothing to fear from others because approval and acceptance lies within ourselves.
from Chapter 4
Mare Chapman
#9. 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
#11. Yesterday he was a prince; today he is king. I thought he was my friend, my bethrothed, but now I know better.
Victoria Aveyard
#13. 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
#14. 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
#15. 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
#16. 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
#17. 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
#18. 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
#19. 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
#20. 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
#21. Thank you," I whisper. Words I never thought I would say to her. They unsettle us both."
"You want to thank me, Barrow?" she mutters, kicking away the last of my bindings. "Then keep your word. And let this fucking place burn." (300)
Victoria Aveyard
#22. 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
#23. 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
#24. 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
#25. As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.
Walter De La Mare
#28. Mare, don't be such a brat all the time, and stop beating up that Warren boy.
Victoria Aveyard
#29. 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
#30. Fancies were all very well for a change, but must be only occasional guests in a world devoted to reality.
Walter De La Mare
#31. All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
Walter De La Mare
#32. 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
#33. 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
#34. 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
#35. 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
#37. ...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
#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. 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
#41. 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
#42. God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.
Walter De La Mare
#43. 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
#44. What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
Walter De La Mare
#45. 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
#46. 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
#47. 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
#49. 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
#50. 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
#51. 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
#52. 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
