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Sin schreef:

If you act like you've only got fifteen minutes, it'll take all day. Act like you've got all day and it'll take fifteen minutes. ~ Monty Roberts

xElinex schreef:

The friendship of a horse's, is friendship for life, for another not to see, how much a horse can give

Rachelle_K schreef:

''Je kan een ruin vertellen wat hij moet doen,
en dat kan ook met een merrie,
maar met een hengst moet je overleggen''

Sin schreef:

If you act like you've only got fifteen minutes, it'll take all day. Act like you've got all day and it'll take fifteen minutes. ~ Monty Roberts

MAD_fan schreef:

Deze las ik afgelopen week op de achterklep van een Dodge:

A woman needs two aminals in her life.
The horse of her dreams, and a jackass who pays for it...

Chantal1609 schreef:

Een paard kan zijn berijder de snelheid en kracht verlenen die de ruiter mist, maar alleen de verstandige ruiter vergeet nooit dat het slechts een lening is.

Bij de eerste rijles leer je praten met het paard. Het praten wordt communiceren, het communiceren wordt dressuur en de dressuur wordt uiteindelijk een dans.

Een goed paard en een goede berijder zijn dat alleen als er wederzijds vertrouwen is


Heb er nog veeeeel meer, hihi, ik spaar leuke zinnetjes

Cassidy schreef:

Mijn favoriet zijn geen oneliner en geen uitspraak, maar twee songs over paarden die mij hebben geraakt.

Het eerste gaat over een oude merrie, die afgeschreven is omdat ze oud is en versleten, en toch nog drie veulens het leven geeft. Gebaseerd op een echt verhaal

Small Victory

You've no business buying a mare like that, but buy her if you must."
He bit the end off his cigar and spat it in the dust.
"She's old and lame and barren, too
She's not worth feed and hay
But I'll give you this," - he blew smoke at me -
"She was something in her day."
"I recall her well ten years ago; she was a winner in her prime.
She was fast and lean and willing, but they raced her past her time.
And though she had the heart, her legs were gone,
And it wasn't hard to see, they kept her at it
In the hopes of just one more small victory."

"She was shunted around from track to track, from Kentucky up to Maine.
They'd run her in cheap claimers, all doped up to mask her pain.
And it it's my advice you ant I'd say, the poor thing's had her day
You'd be throwing good cash after bad. It's best you turn away."

Well they led her around the auction shed, and the bidding started low.
"She'll go for dog food," someone said, "the market's been that slow."
But she raised her head and pricked her ears, and before the hammer fell,
She was mine.
My friend turned around to me "You're soft-headed I can tell."
But she's been shoved from pillar to post," said I, "And always done her best.
They used her up, they wrung her dry; you'd think she'd earned a rest.
So if she does not naught but end her days beneath some shady tree,
I'll have saved her from the knacker's yard, and that's enough for me."

Well, that was near two years ago, she's filled out some since then.
The more so since she's been in foal, she eats enough for ten.
And this morn as I crept to the barn around about half past three,
There stood nursing on still trembling legs, one more small victory.



Het tweede is een gedicht.
Paarden die ons hebben geraakt, waarvan we afscheid moeten nemen....

Don't Cry For The Horses, by Brenda Riley-Seymore

Don't cry for the horses
That life has set free
A million white horses
Forever to be

Don't cry for the horses
Now in God's hands
As they dance and they prance
To a heavenly band

They were ours as a gift
But never to keep
As they close their eyes
Forever to sleep

Their spirits unbound
On silver wings they fly
A million white horses
Against the blue sky

Look up into heaven
You'll see them above
The horses we lost
The horses we loved

Manes and tails flowing
They Gallop through time
They were never yours
They were never mine

Don't cry for the horses
They will be back someday
When our time has come
They will show us the way

On silver wings they will lift us
To the warmth of the sun
When our life is over
And eternity has begun

We will jump the sun
And dance over the moon
A Ballet of horses and riders
on the winds
to a heavenly tune

Do you hear that soft nicker
Close to your ear?
Don't cry for the horses
Love the ones that are here
Is ?
Don't cry for the horses
Lift up your sad eyes
Can't you see them
As they fly by?

A million white horses
Free from hunger and pain
Their spirits set free
Until we ride again