She simply stared at me with such a loving expression on her face, I felt like I was her foal. Indah reached her head as far as she could around me, to press me to her. I melted. How could I live without this horse? I wrapped my arms around her neck and let my tears flow.
Een paard,’ mompelt Sylvie. ‘Een paardenmeisje. Ook dat nog. Ons blijft niets bespaard.
The horse is by Nature a very lazy animal whose idea of heaven is an enormous field of lush grass in which he can graze undisturbed until his belly is full, and after a pleasant doze can start filling himself up all over again.
He is a horse who will burn and bloat and explode in the sun. Put him back in the oven and let him cook until he’s done.
Dream big and see further! Sharpen your eyes; you have the eagle’s sight. Quicken your steps; you have the horse’s limbs. All that is a burden for others would be beaten several times by you!
He was waiting there for her beside the pool – a great black horse with shoulders like polished ebony and the water still streaming from his mane and tail. Morag stood and looked at him for a long moment. The great horse looked at her and never moved.
“Will you trust me?
Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.
Got here half an hour ago and had a look, eyeballin’ it,” Sawyer said. “It’s murder, all right. Tell you something else – the sun went down, and it’s as dark as the inside of a horses’s ass out here.”
“Well, I’ve never actually been inside a horses’s ass.
Time will come and riding horses will be seen by the whole society as a severe animal rights violation!
In the sea, Corr’s clumsiness will disappear, his weight cradled by the saltwater. I don’t want to say good-bye. I blink to clear my vision and reach up. I pull off his halter. The ocean is his love and now, finally, he’ll have it. I back out of the surf. There’s a thin, long wail. Corr takes a labored step away from the November sea. And another. He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.