We dominate a horse by mind over matter. We could never do it by brute strength. Monica Dickens More Quotes by Monica Dickens More Quotes From Monica Dickens 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?". Monica Dickens horse determination two If you have it, it is for life. It is a disease for which there is no cure. You will go on riding even after they have to haul you on a comfortable wise old cob, with feet like inverted buckets and a back like a fireside chair... when I can't ride anymore, I shall still keep horses as long as I can hobble about with a bucket and a wheelbarrow. When I can't hobble, I shall roll my wheelchair out to the fence of the field where my horses graze, and watch them. Monica Dickens horse wise feet Dog lovers hate to clean out kennels. Horse lovers like cleaning stables. Monica Dickens horse hate dog Writing is a cop-out. An excuse to live perpetually in fantasy land, where you can create, direct and watch the products of your own head. Very selfish. Monica Dickens selfish writing love Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable disease. Monica Dickens nursing fever blood No ride is ever the last one. No horse is ever the last one you will have. Somehow there will always be other horses, other places to ride them. Monica Dickens horse lasts Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable disease which, once contracted, cannot be got out of the system. If it was not like that, there would be no hospital nurses, for compared dispassionately with other professions, the hours are long, the work hard, and the pay inadequate to the amount of concentrated energy required. A nurse, however, does not view her profession dispassionately. It is too much a part of her. Monica Dickens nursing hard-work views Come to the stable. Come to where the horses are, and the sweet, grainy, pungent smells. Monica Dickens smell horse sweet The limitless jet-lag purgatory of Immigration and Baggage at Heathrow. Monica Dickens lag baggage immigration Riding is a complicated joy. You learn something each time. It is never quite the same, and you never know it all. Monica Dickens riding never-quit joy Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I am me. So I have to go on being me. Monica Dickens being-me goes-on facts
