Ernest Hemingway Quotes About Horses

Quotes about: Horses

• It is appearances, characteristics and performance that make a man love an airplane, and they, are what put emotion into one. You love a lot of things if you live around them, but there isn't any woman and there isn't any horse, nor any before nor any after, that is as lovely as a great airplane, and men who love them are faithful to them even though they leave them for others. A man has only one virginity to lose in fighters, and if it is a lovely plane he loses it to, there his heart will ever be.

  Ernest Hemingway

  Horse, Heart, Airplane

• Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

  Ernest Hemingway

  Inspiring, Horse, Dust

  Ernest Hemingway (2012). “Hemingway on War”, p.191, Simon and Schuster

• No horse named Morbid ever won a race.

  Ernest Hemingway

  Horse, Race, Morbid

  Ernest Hemingway (2014). “Across the River and Into the Trees”, p.63, Simon and Schuster

• You love a lot of things if you live around them, but there isn't any woman and there isn't any horse, nor any before nor any after, that is as lovely as a great airplane.

  Ernest Hemingway

  Horse, Airplane, Lovely

  Ernest Hemingway (2014). “By-Line Ernest Hemingway: Selected Articles and Dispatches of Four Decades”, p.335, Simon and Schuster

• I never liked to hunt, you know. There was always the danger of having a horse fall on you.

  Ernest Hemingway

  Horse, Fall, Literature

  Ernest Hemingway (2016). “The Sun Also Rises”, p.97, Hamilton Books

• [Never give up hope. Never give in to pessimism. Never despair.] No horse named Morbid ever won a race!

  Ernest Hemingway

  Horse, Giving Up, Race

• For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit?s foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit?s foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by the wear. The claws scratched in the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there.

  Ernest Hemingway

  Horse, Long Ago, Feet

  Ernest Hemingway (2014). “Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition”, p.159, Simon and Schuster

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