Heartland Horse Quotes

Ty swung around. He was obviously fed up with Ben's negative attitude.

Amy headed for the stall where a large bay hunter was looking out over his half door. Chester's owner had sent him to Heartland so he could overcome his fear of loading into horse trailers. "How are you, gorgeous?" she murmured, stroking him on the nose as Ty walked up with the halter. "I didn't know you cared!" Ty grinned. Amy hit him on the arm. "Like I meant you!

I'll miss him," she said softly. Ty nodded. "Me, too." For a moment they both stood, stroking Chester in silence. "Hey, cheer up," Ty said. Amy realized he was looking at her downcast face. "At least it means -" "That another horse can come and be helped," Amy finished Ty's sentence for him. She grinned as she saw the surprise on his face. "We were thinking the same thing." "Oh, no, I need help!" Ty said. He dodged as she tried to hit him again.

She was so happy to see a horse and a human working together as equals. It was what heartland was all about.

I'll stay if you want," he offered. "No, of course not," Amy said quickly, her hand flying to her temples as they resumed their throbbing. "You've been great, Ty. Go home." "Everything's done. The horses are all watered and the stalls are clean." He stepped toward her, his eyes anxious. "Now, you're sure you'll be OK?" "Sure." Looking up into his worried face, she smiled, words leaping impulsively out of her. "Thanks for everything, Ty," she said. "You've been a real friend." There was a pause. Ty's eyes searched hers and then suddenly, without warning, he reached out and brushed his hand against her cheek. At the tender touch of his warm hand, Amy felt a shock run through her. It was over in a couple of seconds, and Ty stepped back. "See you tomorrow," he muttered as he strode quickly away. Amy stared after him for a few seconds, not knowing how to react.

the American Breeders Association, had nothing to do with horses; its eugenics committee was headed by a man who’d been president of Indiana University, and the first president of Stanford, David S. Jordan. He taught that the human race could be improved only by preventing the disabled or certain nonwhites from reproducing

The Celtic Sufi, Sonnet Oh, you take the fancy road, I'll take the lowly road, and I'll be in heartland, while you charge your phone, where me and my true heart never ever part ways, where me and my backbone, never bend in dismay, where me and my scruples never give in to convenience, where me and my fervent dream succumb to no pride of the dead, if you alight from your high horse, with a gleaming heart I wait for thee, join me one day for a cup of tea, on the bonnie loch of liberty.

There was too much lightness in life to let the darkness overwhelm you, Amy reflected.