White Horse Quotes

“صاحب نشانی و هویت شدن یعنی: مرگِ اسبِ سفیدِ وحشی”
― Romain Gary, خداحافظ گاری کوپر

“Sir Gallopad, a pure-white horse with a glossy white mane, had been chosen for Darling specifically for his size and demeanor. He was small, shy, and quiet. He'd never thrown anyone from the saddle, had never bucked or kicked. Riding him could be a chore because he liked to stop and nibble on shrubbery. The Charming Committee on Appropriate Pets had been delighted with Sir Gallopad, confident that the princess would be safe with such a timid creature. And they were thrilled to learn that he possessed the magical ability to change colors, which allowed him to camouflage himself if danger should appear. But what the committee didn't know was that, like Darling, Sir Gallopad also had a secret.
He loved to gallop!”
― Suzanne Selfors, A Semi-Charming Kind of Life

“Do you remember when we went
Under a dragon moon,
And 'mid volcanic tints of night
Walked where they fought the unknown fight
And saw black trees on the battle-height,
Black thorn on Ethandune?

And I thought, "I will go with you,
As man with God has gone,
And wander with a wandering star,
The wandering heart of things that are,
The fiery cross of love and war
That like yourself, goes on.”
― G. K. Chesterton

“Wondrous..." was the last thing Captain Tregsburg ever said.
When Rapunzel wearily opened her eyes, there was a magnificent white horse where the captain had been.
There was dried blood on its pure white flanks, what looked like an old, healed wound on its belly-- and an ecstatic look in its eye.
It rose onto its feet, trumpeting out a whinny of triumph, kicking its front legs and tossing its mane back and forth.
"Oh," Rapunzel said, dismayed. "I didn't-- I'm sorry--"
But Justin "Maximus" Tregsburg, captain of the royal guard and now shining white stallion, gently nuzzled her cheek. He was... happy.
"I'm glad you're all right," Rapunzel said, hugging him. "I'm sorry we never got to talk."
The stallion rolled his eyes and tossed his head: What's the use of talk, he seemed to say.”
― Liz Braswell, What Once Was Mine

“Annis's ennui lightened, too, when she saw the matched pair of white horses in the traces of the Rosefield carriage. She thought they must be Andalusians, like the mare she had met in Regent's Park, though these were bigger, with heavier hindquarters, larger heads, and a more pronounced curve to the nose. They would have been bred to harness, she supposed. Their manes and tails were braided with gold ribbon, and the metal fittings on their tack sparkled. When they set out, she was delighted to feel their power and to note the steadiness of their gait.”
― Louisa Morgan, The Age of Witches

“Still with her head out the window, she had spied a stone-fenced pasture beyond the gardens. Half a dozen glorious white horses grazed there, the faint dapples of their coats gleaming like silver coins in the sunshine. As she watched, a coal-gray foal galloped in a circle around its elders, tossing its head and flicking its tail.
"Such beautiful horses!" she called to the footman.
"Yes, miss. My lord's Andalusians."
"Indeed! I thought they must be!"
Suddenly she couldn't wait to escape the confines of the carriage. For a moment she felt like her usual self, thrumming with energy, avid to run through the gardens to the pasture, to lean across the stone fence to admire those horses.”
― Louisa Morgan, The Age of Witches

“Alis had found me a luxurious white velvet cloak for the brisk ride into the hills, and Tamlin had lifted me onto a moon-pale mare with wildflowers woven into her silver mane. If I had wanted to paint a picture of serene purity, it would have been the image I cast that morning, my hair braided above my head, a crown of white hawthorn blossoms upon it. I'd dabbed rouge onto my cheeks and lips- a slight hint of colour. Like the first blush of spring across a winter landscape.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“The magic Prince she didn't believe existed wasn't a guy on a white horse; he was someone who understood he. Someone she understood. An equal.  (Chapter 11)”
― Susan Meier, A Mistletoe Kiss with the Boss

“It must be a spell, or perhaps a blow on the head-that thing when you forget everything-amsneezia, is it?”

“Amnesia,” said the horse.

“Then you can talk!” cried the Prince delightedly.

“Of course I can’t,” said the horse. “Whoever heard of a horse talking?”

“Oh,” said the Prince. They hurried on, and the track was much steeper now, and the mountains loomed close.

Presently, the Prince thought of something. “But you just did.”

“No,” said the horse.

“But you did talk-there, you did it again.”

“You imagined it,” said the horse.”
― Tanith Lee, Dark Castle, White Horse

“Draw a Bezzlegram,” said the horse.

“You spoke!”

“I didn’t,” said the horse.

“What’s a Bezzlegram?”

“It’s a circle with a seven-pointed star in it and drawings of safe signs in between the points. It keeps Bezzles out.”

“What are Bezzles? And I can’t! And does it matter?”

“Yes,” said the horse. “The things you see all around you are Bezzles. They’re demons of the Waste and they’ll attack any minute unless you’re inside a Bezzlegram.”
― Tanith Lee, Dark Castle, White Horse

“This Bezzlegram’s a bit messy really altogether, but it’ll keep those Bezzles out anyway. They’re very ignorant. Beezles, now, or Buzzles, they’re much harder to fool.”
― Tanith Lee, Dark Castle, White Horse

“At least you remember things like a round moon. How daft that much look.”
― Tanith Lee, Dark Castle, White Horse

“Good morning,” he said very politely. “Do you speak too?”

“No,” said the lion.

“Ah-ha,” said the Prince. “It’s you. You’re being a lion again.”
― Tanith Lee, Dark Castle, White Horse

“YOU SEE,” screamed the Buzzle as it took them on a guided tour of the castle some twenty minutes later. “IT’S QUITE NICE FOR ME TO MEET SOMEBODY FROM OUTSIDE, AND YOU A PRINCE AND ALL.”

“And the horse,” put in the Prince politely.

“OH, HORSES AREN’T ANY GOOD. YOU CAN’T TALK TO A HORSE.”

“Quite right,” said the horse approvingly.”
― Tanith Lee, Dark Castle, White Horse

“What’s that?” he asked the horse-lion.

“I don’t know,” said the horse-lion.

“At one time you seemed to know everything,” remarked the Prince tartly.

“At one time I did, but we’re all entitled to forget, I suppose. Besides,” it added, not unkindly, “I only seemed to know everything because you knew nothing at all.”
― Tanith Lee, Dark Castle, White Horse

“What are we going to do?” despaired the Prince.

“When we get to the next rise,” said the horse, “there’ll be a ditch. Roll off it and hide.”

“How do you know there’ll be a ditch?”

“How do you know there won’t be?” asked the horse. “I shall ride on, and the wood will chase me, not having noticed the two of you are gone.”

“Of course it’ll notice. And besides, I need you help, and you may not come back.”
― Tanith Lee, Dark Castle, White Horse

“You are very welcome,” they murmured as one.

“The horse said you never talk,” blurted the Prince.

“The horse often tells lies,” said the woman, laughing. “Hadn’t you noticed?”
― Tanith Lee, Dark Castle, White Horse

“They passed a huge, dim, pale shape. which was the square moon without its night-light on, and several crystal castles floated by apricot clouds. The Prince was so delighted that they had somehow given his horse a pair of fiery wings so that it too could flap through the air like the others.”
― Tanith Lee, Dark Castle, White Horse

“Courage, horse!” he cried.

“I’m not bothered,” said the horse. “I’ve been with you for so long I doubt if I shall despair either.”
― Tanith Lee, Dark Castle, White Horse