To place your horse's need for you to let him leave his failing body above your need to keep him with you - that - is the greatest and purest love.

No heaven can heaven be, if my horse isn't there to welcome me.

The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit and freedom.

To see the wind's power, the rain's cleansing and the sun's radiant life, one need only to look at the horse.

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk. He trots the air, the earth sings when he touches it.

Half the failures in life result from pulling in one's horse when it is leaping.

When your horse follows you without being asked, when he rubs his head on yours, and when you look at him and feel a tingle down your spine...you know you are loved.

I have seen things so beautiful they have brought tears to my eyes. Yet none of them can match the gracefulness and beauty of a horse running free.

Virtue shall be bound into the hair of thy forelock. I have given thee the power of flight without wings.

The way to heaven is on horseback.

When we think of those companions who traveled by our side down life's road, let us not say with sadness that they left us behind, but rather say with gentle gratitude that they once were with us.

I've spent most of my life riding horses. The rest I've just wasted.

The horse, with beauty unsurpassed, strength immeasurable and grace unlike any other, still remains humble enough to carry a man upon his back.

To many, the words love, hope and dreams are synonymous with horses.

All horses deserve, at least once in their lives, to be loved by a little girl.

A true horseman does not look at the horse with his eyes, he looks at his horse with his heart.

In riding a horse, we borrow freedom.

A stubborn horse walks behind you, an impatient horse walks in front of you, but a noble companion walks beside you.

A large and liquid eye...the swirl of dust around pounding hooves...these, then, are the images that move us.

Horses change lives. They give our young people confidence and self-esteem. They provide peace and tranquility to troubled souls. They give us hope!

One can get in a car and see what man has made. One must get on a horse to see what God has made.

The air of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears.

If you have seen nothing but the beauty of their markings and limbs, their true beauty is hidden from you.

Wherever man has left his footprints in the long ascent from barbarism to civilization, we find the hoofprint of a horse beside it.

To understand the soul of a horse is the closest human beings can come to knowing perfection.

For one to fly, one needs only to take the reins.

His is a power enhanced by pride, a courage heightened by challenge. His is a swiftness intensified by strength, a majesty magnified by grace. His is a timeless beauty touched with gentleness, a spirit that calls our hearts to dream.

Horse thou art truly a creature, for thou fliest without wings and conquorest without sword.

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?".

A good rider can hear his horse speak to him. A great rider can hear his horse whisper.

About the head of a truly great horse there is an air of freedom unconquerable. The eyes seem to look on heights beyond our gaze. It is the look of a spirit that can soar.

Horses lend us the wings we lack.

The love for a horse is just as complicated as the love for another human being...if you never love a horse, you will never understand.

He has galloped through young girl's dreams, added richness to grown women's lives and served men in war and strife.

A dog may be man's best friend...but the horse wrote history.

The horse. Here is nobility without conceit, friendship without envy, beauty without vanity. A willing servant, yet never a slave.

Bread may feed my body, but my horse feeds my soul.

When you are on a great horse, you have the best seat you will ever have.

We kept him until he died...and sat with him during the long, last minutes when a horse comes closest to seeming human.

Our hoofbeats were many, but our hearts beat as one.

Your horse's behavior always seems to depend on the number of people watching you.

Riding is a partnership. The horse lends you his strength, speed and grace, which are greater then yours. For your part, you give him guidance, intelligence and understanding which are greater then his. Together you can achieve a richness that neither can alone.

When a horse greets you with a nicker and regards you with a large and liquid eye, the question of where you want to be has been answered.

No philosophers so thoroughly comprehend us as dogs and horses.

At its finest, rider and horse are joined not by tack, but by trust. Each is totally reliant upon the other. Each is the selfless guardian of the other's very well-being.

If your horse says, "No", you either asked the wrong question, or asked the question wrong.

I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.

Through the days of love and celebration and joy, and through the dark days of mourning...the faithful horse has been with us always.

Ask me to show you poetry in motion and I will show you a horse.

There is no secret so close as that between a rider and his horse.

And indeed, a horse who bears himself proudly is a thing of such beauty and astonishment that he attracts the eyes of all beholders. No one will tire of looking at him as long as he will display himself in his splendor.

The history of mankind is carried on the back of a horse.

You took me to adventure and to love. We two have shared great joy and great sorrow. And now I stand at the gate of the paddock watching you run in an ecstasy of freedom, knowing you will return to stand quietly, loyally, beside me.

One must think when looking at a horse in motion, that it hears music inside its head.

In their eyes shine stars of wisdom and courage to guide men to the heavens.

He knows when you're happy. He knows when you're comfortable. He knows when you're confident. And he always knows when you have carrots.

The world is best viewed through the ears of a horse.

No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.

When the Almighty put hoofs on the wind and a bridle on the lightning, He called it a horse.

A man on a horse is spiritually, as well as physically, bigger then a man on foot.

To see a horse is to see an angel on earth.

A dog looks up to a man. A cat looks down on a man. But a patient horse looks a man in the eye and sees him as an equal.

Many people have sighed for the "good old days" and regretted the "passing of the horse". But today, when only those who like horses own them, it is a far better time for horses.

Let a horse whisper in your ear and breathe on your heart. You will never regret it.

To ride on a horse is to fly without wings.

There is something about riding down the street on a prancing horse that makes you feel like something, even when you ain't a thing.

We have almost forgotten how strange a thing it is that so huge and powerful and intelligent an animal as a horse should allow another, and far more feeble animal, to ride upon its back.

A canter is a cure for every evil.

When you're young and fall off a horse, you may break something. When you're my age and you fall off, you splatter.

Before I loved horses, I had nothing to live for. Now I love horses and can't stop seeing things to live for.

One who believes that he has mastered the art of horsemanship has not yet begun to understand the horse.

There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.

Stay away from a horse long enough and you'll start tapping your fingers to the beat of a trot.

On the back of a horse you will find Paradise.

A horse in the wind - a perfect symphony.

A horse can lend its rider the speed and strength he or she lacks - but the rider who is wise remembers it is no more then a loan.

In the steady gaze of the horse shines a silent eloquence that speaks of love and loyalty, strength and courage. It is the window that reveals to us how willing is his spirit, how generous his heart.

His hooves pound the beat, your heart sings the song.

The horse you get off is not the same as the horse you got on. It is your job as a rider to ensure that as often as possible, the change is for the better.

There are many wonderful places in the world, but one of my favorite places is on the back of my horse.

A pony is a childhood dream. A horse is an adulthood treasure.

The horse moved like a dancer, which is not surprising. A horse is a beautiful animal, but it is perhaps most remarkable because it moves as if it always hears music.

God forbid that I should go to any heaven where there are no horses.

Nothing moves me more then when on the way to fetching in my mare in the morning than the sound of her neighing to me as I open the gate.

A horse doesn't care how much you know until he knows how much you care.

Be wary of the horse with a sense of humor.

When riding a horse we leave our fear, troubles, and sadness behind on the ground.

Dance above ground, never descending. Grace incarnate. Passion on hooves.

When God wanted to create the horse, he said to the South Wind, "I want to make a creature of you. Condense." And the wind condensed.

In the trojan horse story man entered and touched the inside of a horse. But to see a horse in high spirits is to have the horse enter and touch the inside of a man.

Here lies the body of my good horse, The General. For years he bore me around the circuit of my practice and all that time he never made a blunder. Would that his master could say the same.

He did not feel the ground under his feet - he thrust himself into the capriole, rose high in the air - forelegs and hind legs horizontal. He soared above the ground, he head in jubilation. Conquering!

Through the days of love and celebration and joy, and through the dark days of mourning - the faithful horse has been with us always.