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

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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.

horse wise feet

Dog lovers hate to clean out kennels. Horse lovers like cleaning... by Monica Dickens

Dog lovers hate to clean out kennels. Horse lovers like cleaning stables.

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.

selfish writing love

Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable di... by Monica Dickens

Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable disease.

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.

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.

nursing hard-work views

Come to the stable. Come to where the horses are, and the sweet,... by Monica Dickens

Come to the stable. Come to where the horses are, and the sweet, grainy, pungent smells.

smell horse sweet

The limitless jet-lag purgatory of Immigration and Baggage at Hea... by Monica Dickens

The limitless jet-lag purgatory of Immigration and Baggage at Heathrow.

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.

riding never-quit joy

We dominate a horse by mind over matter. We could never do it by... by Monica Dickens

We dominate a horse by mind over matter. We could never do it by brute strength.

horse matter mind

Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I a... by Monica Dickens

Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I am me. So I have to go on being me.

being-me goes-on facts