The most beautiful quotes about horses with meaning (300 quotes)

A proverb is a folk saying that contains an example of a life situation and a hint or direct indication of the correct decision. A proverb is a figurative expression that defines some phenomenon of life, and, unlike a proverb, it is devoid of a general instructive meaning. Proverbs and sayings were invented a long time ago (the earliest of them were recorded in ancient Russian chronicles of the 12th century) and have also been time-tested for a long time, so they embody the history of the Russian people and their centuries-old wisdom. But when acting as popular wisdom dictates, it is difficult to make a mistake. The main thing is to understand what the proverb or saying says.

In this article I collected proverbs and sayings about horses . Of course, we understand that the image of a horse is used in them as an allegory, and for the wit of the word, of course. But for us, horsemen, proverbs and sayings about horses are not only the embodiment of folk wisdom, but also a source of knowledge about the life of horses in Russia.

Afarisms, sayings and sayings

The stable is a temple, and the horse is the deity in it. (English speaking)
A groomed horse is a healthy horse. (Germans think)
Hay smells different for lovers and horses...
They do not look at a given horse's teeth.
And the mosquito will knock down the horse if the wolf helps.
And the horse stumbles, but recovers.
You recognize the horse while riding; You get to know a person when you meet.
The owner doesn’t want a big horse: there won’t be enough grass.
Wasting food into a skinny horse is like pouring water into a skinny tub.
You can't buy a horse with money (but with luck).
A good horse, and shakes off its hooves.
Beat a good horse with one hand and wipe away your tears with the other.
The good horse is under me, the Lord is above me.
Without grain feed, the horse rides on a whip.
The Cossack is hungry, but his horse is full.
A Kalmyk horse can only be over-stubborn by a Kalmyk.
The horse gives change with its hoof.
The horse will not betray you, and the enemy will not eat you.
Buy a young horse, but don’t lose money on an old one.
A horse gives wings to a man.
They don't buy a whip for a horse, but oats.
Drive your horse not with a whip, but with sheep.
What a horse is bought with is not removed from it.
A well-fed horse will eat less.

Folk signs about horses

Horses neigh for good.
Horses snort on the road - a joyful meeting.
A horse snores - to bad weather, to a blizzard.
A horse snorts - indicates rain or warmth.
The horse shakes its head and throws it up - to bad weather, to rain.
In winter, the horse lies down - for warmth.
The horse lies down on the way and becomes stubborn - towards the snow.
A horse lies down under the roof - to wet weather, bad weather, if it lies down in an open place - in a bucket, heat.
Horses' hooves sweat - a sign of warmth.
The horse greedily eats grass in the evening - expect rain the next day.
A cat makes a horse dry, a dog makes it healthier.
A horse neighs to sadness, stomps to a chase.
If the horse drinks melt water, everything will be fine.

Sayings about a horse

A black shadow in an impenetrable night. Breath escapes from the cramped oven. Flies over the ground without touching it, Piercing space like a spear. Above the invisible body are two black wings, Stronger than the sky, blacker than the darkness. But no sounds are heard. Everything died suddenly. You know, of course, what that knock is. It’s not the heart that’s stubbornly pounding in the chest, But the one that was flying above the ground in front, He’s already digging his hooves into the asphalt, As if they weren’t bone at all—basalt. When the smoke suddenly clears from the dark clouds, you will see the skeleton and wings above it. Horse Bled or simply the resurrected Pegasus, Who did not save Bellerophon? It will flash and disappear, like echoes of thoughts, As soon as the herd neighs restlessly.

In Brazil there is a law that you should never trust a horse with purple eyebrows. SO WHAT DO YOU DO NOW? WHOM SHOULD YOU TRUST?

Having taken a sip of wine, the Cossack hung beautifully on the old gelding and kissed the horse either on the mane or on the rear

An old horse will not spoil the furrows, old

The violin is an instrument for pleasing the human ear by rubbing the horse's tail against the inside of a cat.

IGO-GO-GO-GO-GOOOOO - said the young stallion, watching the old horse plow the furrow...

I tried to catch up with the prince on a white horse, but the horse was faster.

Nestor Makhno. He also wrote poetry. And not only sang a well-known song.

The horses tear for miles...

The horses tear for miles, Freedom is dear to us, Through the slot of the machine gun I look for the enemy in the dust.

I’ll stitch with dagger fire as soon as I let you get closer. I don’t feel sorry for anything in battle, I don’t feel sad about anything.

I just rejoice at the lethal Power of my friend. I can calmly see only a dead enemy.

I have one concern, There is no more important concern than hers... The horses tear miles away, The whites are mowed down by a machine gun.

Stop the galloping horse. I tried, but don't try. A rake on your back... There will be... Relax.

MIRACLE HORSE! NO NEED TO FEED!

One of the old stories will sometimes be told to you at the very blue sea under the southern green mountain. Once upon a time, to the nervous neighing, to the roar of collapsing stones, Riders here rode around Other people's captive horses.

The owner in the palace chambers, taking away the muslin from the window, watched as stubborn horses fought for their freedom.

They rose in anger, But the blood boiled at the mouth And their steep necks broke Under the flexible blow of the whip.

And the hope and thirst for the Fight faded until the last day, until... ... show full text ...

Finally, the PIE, the sheep was being manicured, the horse was not wearing a coat, but a raincoat, and the bull was clean and in kind finally

I'm driving through a spiky field, a flock of birds is hurrying after me. My iron horse flies over velvety potholes!

And a light breeze embraces Paul with coolness. He shares with me the Call of the country roads.

Leaving behind me the World of fancy flowers, I rush across the field without looking back With the quiet music of the winds.

Now a cuckoo sings in the distance, Its voice flies with an echo, Now an old hut stands in my way.

And the crazy path carries away from noisy cities. It carries me into the distance, winding between potholes and haystacks.

And around there are meadows and arable land, Cumulus clouds, Towers of oaks and pines, And a transparent river...

For once I wanted to kill it, and I saw that the horse had already been stolen!

The first knight, the last hero, Scars are the memory of fights and battles, A sharp sword behind his wide back, A faithful horse and a holy prayer, Death is everywhere behind him, like a shadow, He cannot wait for an easy prey, He will begin a new day with prayer, As the crusader commands custom... Fight! It's not time to die yet, Death! You'll have to wait! Let the fire burn in your chest. Who knows what's ahead? He does not ask for rewards for the feat. The eternal wanderer, free as the wind, No, he does not know the way back. Only forward, only into battle at dawn. The Holy Land was conquered. He washed the Holy Sepulcher with his blood. Neither an arrow took nor a noose. His heart is guarded by love. The battle! It's not time to die yet, Death! You'll have to wait! Let the fire burn in your chest. Who knows what's ahead? Who knows... What's ahead...

Sad poem about a horse

Four hooves, a shabby skin... A horse, long indifferent to everything, trudges along the dirt road dejectedly, having forgotten to think about anything good. She was born a careless foal, But soon the collar fell on her shoulders, And the whip darted over her back with a whistle... The lawn was forgotten in the fragrant daisies, The breath of the red mother was forgotten... Only their hooves knead the road muck, And only the once beautiful, proud neck bends more and more heavily.

Four hooves, protruding ribs... The unkind owner is stingy with affection. But life could have turned out differently - After all, somewhere the lights of the hippodrome sparkle, There is also a place for grievances and troubles, But mighty horses, winged horses rush along the echoing path to victory... And they are wrapped in golden blankets. For them, the best, there are awards and glory - but someone is always doing menial work. So that they can indulge in the magical running, You are harnessed to the cart early in the morning, And if work makes you old before the deadline, Another horse will be picked up at the market.

Four hooves, a shaggy mane... And time is deceptively leisurely, And you will shed, once reaching the limit, Like old wool, a sore body. Swearing, the driver will loosen his collar... But you won’t hear. You will frolic in the meadows, elevated above the sea and land, Where eternal souls await incarnation. Again, like a foal, you will rush across the field, Carrying the will returned not by people - Big eyes and fluffy bangs, Four hooves and a whisk tail.

Folk proverbs about horses

Without a horse, a Cossack is an orphan.
Like the rider, like the horse.
And a blind horse is lucky if a sighted person sits on the cart.
When a rider loses heart, his horse cannot gallop.
The dignity of a horse is not in the saddle, the beauty of a person is not in clothes.
There is no horse without legs.
The horse sees the road with its feet.
Where the horse is, there is no evil spirit.
The horse's back should be such that a saddle can be placed on it.
Before you buy a horse, build a stable.
Take a freckled wife and a maned mare: no one will take the wife away, and no one will steal the mare.
Buy a young horse, but don’t lose money on an old one.
Whoever looks for horses and women without flaws will never have a horse in the stable, nor a wife in the house.
The flaws of a horse are from the outside, the flaws of a person are from the inside.
Never buy a red horse, sell a black one, take care of a white one, and ride a bay one yourself.
You don't buy a horse for its eyes.
Good horses are never of a bad color.
Prize horses are recognized at the races.
The strength of a horse is learned over a long journey, the heart of a person is learned over time.
Fat and rest are a horse's worst enemies.
A horse with a hesitation and a man with a hesitation will not overstrain themselves.
Look after a horse like a friend, but ride it like an enemy.
Think about the horse before then about yourself.
From the master's eye the horse becomes kinder.
You will walk around, stroke, and sit on a strict horse.
He who hits a horse can also hit a friend.
You won't get far with a whip.
Don't buy whips for your horse, but buy oats.
Don't rush to go, hurry to feed.
Don't drive the horse with a whip, but drive it with oats.
The Cossack is hungry, but his horse is full.
May dew is better than oats for a horse.
Fear the woman in front and the mare in the back.
Be afraid of the horse from behind, the goat in front, and the bad man on all sides.
The earthly paradise can be found in the books of wisdom, on the back of a horse and above the heart of a woman.
If wishes were horses, then beggars could ride.
The mare works for money.
When a horse is stolen, it is too late to lock the stable doors.