Mares Quotes

Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.

William Shakespeare

Patience, Tired, Being Patience

William Shakespeare (1998). “Henry V”, p.93, Penguin

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Nothing walks the earth more savage than a mare enraged.

Janet Morris

War, Animal, Savages

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I think given the choice between loving Mare - betrayal included - and never knowing her, I'd chose love. I risked, and I lost, but the risk was still worth it.

Brandon Sanderson

Betrayal, Thinking, Knowing

Brandon Sanderson (2011). “Mistborn Trilogy”, p.283, Macmillan

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I can see her clearly, standing on the rock beside Peg Gratton, unflinching before Eaton and the rest of the race committee. I can't remember when I've been that brave, and it shames me. The truth is, I feel myself being fascinated and repelled by her; She's both a mirror of myself and a door to part of the island that i'm not. It's like when the mare goddess looked into my eye; I felt that there was a part of myself that I didn't know.

Maggie Stiefvater

Eye, Islands, Mirrors

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The grey mare is the better horse.

John Heywood

Horse, Grey

John Heywood (1562). “The Proverbs, Epigrams, and Miscellanies of John Heywood ...”, p.391

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It is money makes the mare to trot.

John Wolcot

Money

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Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.
(They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)

Horace

Sea, Sky, Soul

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He that speaks ill of the mare will buy her.

Benjamin Franklin

Speak, Ill, Poor Richard

Benjamin Franklin (2007). “Poor Richard's Almanack”, p.2, Skyhorse Publishing, Inc.

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Christmas Eve Saint Francis and Saint Benedight Blesse this house from wicked wight; From the night-mare and the goblin, That is hight good fellow Robin: Keep it from all evil spirits, Fairies, weezels, rats, and ferrets: From curfew time To the next prime.

Thomas Cartwright

Time, Night, Evil

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When death comes, we take off our clothes and gather everything we left behind: what is dark, broken, touched with shame. When Death demands we give an accounting, naked we present our lives in bundles. See how much these weigh, we tell him, refusing to deny what we have lived. Everything that is touched by light loves the light. We the stubborn-as-grass, we who reel at the taste of sap and want our spirits cleansed, will not betray the weeds, snake, or crippled mare. Never leave behind what the light shone on.

Linda Gregg

Weed, Dark, Light

Linda Gregg (1991). “Sacraments of Desire”, Graywolf Press

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What shall I say of the gallantry with which these Marines have fought! Of the slopes of Hill 142; of the Mares Farm; of the Bois de Belleau and the Village of Bouresches stained with their blood, and not only taken away from the Germans in the full tide of their advance against the French, but held by my boys against counter attacks day after day and night after night. I cannot write of their splendid gallantry without tears coming to my eyes.

James Harbord

Taken, Eye, Writing

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And there is the girl. When I first see her and her dun mare from my vantage point on the cliff road, I am struck first not by the fact that she is a girl, but by the fact that she's in the ocean. it's the dreaded second day, the day people start to die, and no one will get close to the surf. But there she is, trotting up to the knee in the water. Fearless.

Maggie Stiefvater

Girl, Ocean, People

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As with cows, mares, female camels, slave girls, buffalo cows, she goats, and ewes, it is not the begetter ,or his owner who obtains the offspring, even thus ,it is with the wives of others.

Guru Nanak

Girl, Wife, Camels

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Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage.

Theophile Gautier

Travel, Horse, Moon

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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

Horse, Oats, Tree

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You have sent me a Flanders mare.

Henry VIII of England

Flanders, Women Bashing

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Remarkably, [Sen. Dianne] Feinstein was reading her statement. So her mare's-nest of inapposite words and unclear thoughts cannot be excused as symptoms of Biden's Disease, that form of logorrhea that causes victims, such as Sen. Joe Biden, to become lost on the syntactical back roads of their extemporaneous rhetoric.

George Will

Reading, Biden, Disease

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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

Horse, Animal, Men

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1803). “The works of the Right Honourable Lady Mary Wortley Montagu: including her correspondence, poems, and essays”, p.201

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You thought I was that type: that you could forget me, and that I'd plead and weep and throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, or that I'd ask the sorcerers for some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: my precious perfumed handkerchief. Damn you! I will not grant your cursed soul vicarious tears or a single glance. And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working ikon, and by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.

Anna Akhmatova

Broken Heart, Angel, Night

Anna Akhmatova, “You Thought I Was That Type”

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Lie in the sun with the child in your flesh shining like a jewel. Dream and sing, pagan, wise in your vitals. Stand still like a fat budding tree, like a stalk of corn athrob and aglisten in the heat. Lie like a mare panting with the dancing feet of colts against her sides. Sleep at night as the spring earth. Walk heavily as a wheat stalk at its full time bending towards the earth waiting for the reaper. Let your life swell downward so you become like a vase, a vessel. Let the unknown child knock and knock against you and rise like a dolphin within.

Meridel Le Sueur

Wise, Dream, Children

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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

Eye, Rocks, Rivers

Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.264, Penguin

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Recently Mr. Mawdsley’s donkey escaped from his stall, raced down the road, and somehow found his way into an enclosed pasture. Mr. Caird’s prized mare was innocently grazing when the ill-bred seducer had his way with her. Now it appears the mare has conceived, and a feud is raging between Caird, who demands financial compensation, and Mawdsley, who insists that had the pasture fencing been in better repair, the clandestine meeting would never have occurred. Worse still, it has been suggested that the mare is a shameless lightskirt and did not try nearly hard enough to preserve her virtue.

Lisa Kleypas

Trying, Feuds, Demand

Lisa Kleypas (2010). “Love in the Afternoon”, p.17, Macmillan

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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

Should Have, Waiting, Thanks

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Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.

George Orwell

Foals, Motherly, Figures

George Orwell (2016). “Animal Farm”, p.1, Hamilton Books

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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

Eye, Islands, Smell

Maggie Stiefvater (2011). “The Scorpio Races”, p.98, Scholastic UK

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