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1. "As their forces broke, the Yorkist cavalrymen raced to the horse park behind their own lines and mounted their steeds to give chase. As they thundered past, the King and Warwick, flushed with victory, yelled, ‘Spare the commons! Kill the lords!' Their words went unheeded."
Author: Alison Weir
2. "Alle waarheid deed pijn, maar wel steeds meer, elk jaar een beetje meer."
Author: Arnon Grunberg
3. "I felt only as a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed."
Author: Buffalo Bill
4. "The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and..."And his arm looked like an eggplant," Clary muttered to herself in exasperation."
Author: Cassandra Clare
5. "Rooster said, "Fill your hand, you son of a bitch!" and he took the reins in his teeth and pulled the other saddle revolver and drove his spurs into the flanks of his strong horse Bo and charged directly at the bandits. It was a sight to see. He held the revolvers wide on either side of the head of his plunging steed. The four bandits accepted the challenge and they likewise pulled their arms and charged their ponies ahead."
Author: Charles Portis
6. "The day succeeding this remarkable Midsummer night, proved no common day. I do not mean that it brought signs in heaven above, or portents on the earth beneath; nor do I allude to meteorological phenomena, to storm, flood, or whirlwind. On the contrary: the sun rose jocund, with a July face. Morning decked her beauty with rubies, and so filled her lap with roses, that they fell from her in showers, making her path blush: the Hours woke fresh as nymphs, and emptying on the early hills their dew-vials, they stepped out dismantled of vapour: shadowless, azure, and glorious, they led the sun's steeds on a burning and unclouded course."
Author: Charlotte Brontë
7. "Bentley mounted Silverwood, look down at his parents, and launched the powerful steed into the kingdom…a kingdom waiting for one young knight to discover the truth of a Stranger."
Author: Chuck Black
8. "Ik ben niet bevreesd, noch voor de ouderdom noch voor de dood, maar berusting is me schrikbeeld. Nooit zou ik aan de oevers waar braafheid en gezapigheid wonen, willen aanleggen. Ik ben nu vijfentachtig, ik schrijf nog steeds en ik zou nog tot liefhebben in staat zijn."
Author: Claire Goll
9. "A grim expression came over Syah's face. "The colt you speak of lost its mother during a storm. If this stallion was that colt, it is not just wild, it is insane. That horse will break your bones." "And that will be a worthy end, a prince struck down by such a noble steed."Fasime pushed himself off the support of the fence, but Oman grabbed his arm."It's not worth it, Brother.""I can tame him." "What will we tell Mother and Father if he kills you?" Oman questioned."Tell them I gave my life with pride. Do not punish him if he kills me. Release him back into the wild, and my spirit will ride him into the mist."
Author: D. M. Raver
10. "Your eyes meet and you immediately feel yourself shriveling under his gaze. He bears a scale in one hand and appears to be weighing your worth. Finding you wanting, the Horseman of Famine turns his dark steed and trots on."
Author: Daniel Keidl
11. "I am a knight with a shining Jetta. I am your fucking steed."
Author: David Levithan
12. "Het waren de nachten, lodig en lang, die haar een illusie in de weg stonden. Steeds kramakkelachtiger hield dat huis zichzelf nog recht, en ze wist dat het nog spannend zou worden wie er het eerst aan renovatie toe zou zijn, zij of het huis. In bed luisterde ze naar alles wat zich aan de wind gewonnen gaf, een dakpan, een bloempot die met zich liet sollen in de tuin. Maar ook zonder wind; het huis kraakte, als deed het dat uit eigen beweging zoals mensen soms hun vingers kraken, om de gewrichten even los te maken."
Author: Dimitri Verhulst
13. "Maar zolang ze er nog is, zullen in de winternachten de wolvenbenden de wildernis luid huilend blijven doorkruisen. Ze waren er reeds vanaf het begin van de wereld. En ondanks het feit, dat de mensheid de wolven van het begin af haatte en onafgebroken beoorloogde en dat in de verder nog komende eeuwen steeds zal blijven doen, zullen ze tot aan de dag van het laatste oordeel de wereld blijven bevolken. De reden hiervan is, dat ze het symbool der wildernis zelf zijn en het denkbeeld, dat de wildernis zou blijven voortgaan te bestaan, maar zonder wolven, is nog vreemder dan zich een natie zonder vlag te denken."
Author: Edison Marshall
14. "Their ships were steeds, and they rode the waves like jennets."
Author: Felipe Fernández Armesto
15. "Aurum, argentum, gemmae, purpurea vestis, marmorea domus, cultus ager, pietae tabulae, phaleratus sonipes, caeteraque id genus mutam habent et superficiariam voluptatem: libri medullitus delectant, colloquuntur, consulunt, et viva quadam nobis atque arguta familiaritate junguntur.Gold, silver, jewels, purple garments, houses built of marble, groomed estates, pious paintings, caparisoned steeds, and other things of this kind offer a mutable and superficial pleasure; books give delight to the very marrow of one's bones. They speak to us, consult with us, and join with us in a living and intense intimacy."
Author: Francesco Petrarca
16. "Nobody's going to save you. No one's going to cut you down, cut the thorns thick around you. No one's going to storm the castle walls nor kiss awake your birth, climb down your hair, nor mount you onto the white steed. There is no one who will feed the yearning. Face it. You will have to do, do it yourself."
Author: Gloria E. Anzaldúa
17. "You are so sweet. This is unbelievable. Some schmo talks to you every two weeks, buys you a meal, during which he talks about himself, dry-humps you, touches your hand once and you think he smells like roses. Maybe he is a white knight on a steed, who will carry you off into the future, so you can live happily ever after and, finally, maybe get it on."
Author: H. Raven Rose
18. "It's no use locking the door after the steed is stolen."
Author: H.G. Wells
19. "Ik zie de Bibliothecaresse dagelijks, maar de leegte in mij blijft. Ik lees de oude dromen in de Bibliotheek. Zij zit naast me. We eten samen. Ik breng haar naar huis. We praten over van alles. Mijn droefheid schijnt alleen maar erger te worden, zich te verdiepen, hoe onredelijk dat ook is. Het gevoel van verlies wordt steeds sterker, elke keer als we elkaar ontmoeten. Het is een put die nooit gedempt zal worden. Het is een donker, ondraaglijk somber gevoel."
Author: Haruki Murakami
20. "The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveller to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls."
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
21. "Wat ben ik blij dat ik je nog niet ken.Ik dank de sterren en de maandat iedereen die komt en gaatde diepste sporen achterlaat, behalve jij,dat jij mijn deuren, dicht of open,steeds voorbijgelopen bent.Het is maar goed dat je me niet herkent.Kussen onder straatlantaarnsen samen dwalen door de regen,wéér veliefd zijn, wéér verliezen,bijna sterven van verdriet -dat hoeft nu allemaal nog niet.Ik ben nog niet aan ons gehecht.Ik kijk bepaald niet naar je uit.Neem de tijd, als je dat wilt,Wacht een maand, een jaar,de eeuwigheid en één seconde meer -maar kom, voor ik mijn ogen sluit."
Author: Ingmar Heytze
22. "Vannacht heb ik een zoen begraven. Hij lag dertien maanden tussen ons in en jij had al een paar keer gevraagd: wat ligt daar nou toch steeds.Toen je eindelijk sliep, drukte ik de zoen met mijn lippen in een doosje vol watten en liep naar de tuin. Daar groef ik een graf van twee monden dieponder de beuk. De duizend zoenen die volgend jaar rood en zoet uit de takken komen waaien, zijn allemaal voor jou."
Author: Ingmar Heytze
23. "In our town there is a secret spot where you can still see the stars at night, believe it or not. It is the only spot like that left, unclouded by the dwindling skyscrapers rising nearby. It is a good place to go to walk and talk in whispers. Following the little hill that rises from the park to a small clearing which overlooks the statue of the armless general on his bronze steed, most of us later remember this spot as the first place we knew we might be in love."
Author: Joe Meno
24. "Afterwards Smiley always thought of that interview as a fan dance; a calculated progression of disclosures, each revealing different parts of a mysterious entity. Finally Steed-Asprey, who seemed to be Chairman, removed the last veil, and the truth stood before him in all its dazzling nakedness. He was being offered a post in what, for want of a better name, Steed-Asprey blushingly described as the Secret Service."
Author: John Le Carré
25. "Maybe there aren't any happily ever afters, or white knights who ride in on valiant steeds to save the day. Maybe, in real life, Prince Charming isn't always perfect – he's just as flawed as everyone else in the tale. And that princess, alone in her tower? She's not perfect either. Birds don't braid her hair every morning, she can't serenade wild forest creatures into servitude, and she doesn't even own a ball gown. But she's also smart enough to know not to accept poisoned apples from strangers, or prick her finger on deadly spindles.She doesn't wait around for a prince to charge in and slay the dragon. Maybe she saves herself and in the end, rides off into her own goddamned sunset."
Author: Julie Johnson
26. "To err is to wander and wandering is the way we discover the world and lost in thought it is the also the way we discover ourselves. Being right might be gratifying but in the end it is static a mere statement. Being wrong is hard and humbling and sometimes even dangerous but in the end it is a journey and a story. Who really wants to stay at home and be right when you can don your armor spring up on your steed and go forth to explore the world True you might get lost along get stranded in a swamp have a scare at the edge of a cliff thieves might steal your gold brigands might imprison you in a cave sorcerers might turn you into a toad but what of what To fuck up is to find adventure: it is in the spirit that this book is written."
Author: Kathryn Schulz
27. "I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble's neck. "Good boy," I said. "Trusty steed."
Author: Laura Anderson Kurk
28. "The keen Saracen blade sliced through the archbishop's shield down to his arm, but Turpin's aim was truer. Corsablis's turbaned head rolled in the dust as the prelate swung his mighty weapon. The Berber's steed raced on, bearing a headless rider who soon toppled from his mount. Turpin, galloping on to where the press was thickest, turned in his saddle and addressed the head where it lay: 'Scoundrel pagan, you've met your end! So be it always with the enemies of Christ!"
Author: Mario Andrew Pei
29. "Olga was lief, Olga was lief en liefdevol, Olga hield van hem, herhaalde hij in gedachten, steeds bedroefder omdat hij tegelijk ook besefte dat het tussen hen niets meer zou worden, dat het tussen hen nooit meer iets kon worden, het leven biedt je soms een kans dacht hij maar als je te laf of te besluiteloos bent om die te benutten neemt het leven zijn kaarten terug, er is een moment om te handelen en een mogelijk geluk te betreden, dat moment duurt een paar dagen, soms een paar weken of zelfs een paar maanden maar het doet zich maar één keer voor, en als je het later wilt terugvinden is dat domweg onmogelijk, er is geen plaats meer voor enthousiasme, overtuiging en geloof, wat overblijft is zachte berusting, droef wederzijds medelijden, het even nutteloze als juiste besef dat het iets had kunnen worden, dat je je het aangeboden geschenk domweg niet waardig hebt betoond."
Author: Michel Houellebecq
30. "Ah,steeds,steeds,what is steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear, alert as a flame, in your every fiber? Hearing the familiar song from above, all in one accord you strain your bronze chests and, hooves barely touching the ground, turn into straight lines cleaving the air, and all inspired by God it rushes on!"
Author: Nikolai V Gógol
31. "The State is like a great and noble steed who is tardy in his motions owing to his very size, and requires to be stirred into life. I am that gadfly which God has given the State and all day long and in all places am always fastening upon you, arousing and persuading and reproaching you. You will not easily find another like me."
Author: Plato
32. "When anger rushes unrestrained to action, like a hot steed, it stumbles on its way. The man of thought strikes deepest and strikes safely."
Author: Richard Savage
33. "Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon? None, I say, and all. The silver towers are fallen.…waters,where the stars shone like bonfires at night and the green of day was always the green of spring. Youth, love, beauty-I knew them in Avalon. Proud steeds, bright metal, soft lips, dark ale. Honor…"
Author: Roger Zelazny
34. "Here I first mounted a little Highland steed; and if there had been many spectators, should have been somewhat ashamed of my figure in the march. The horses of the Islands, as of other barren countries, are very low: they are indeed musculous and strong, beyond what their size gives reason for expecting; but a bulky man upon one of their backs makes a very disproportionate appearance."
Author: Samuel Johnson
35. "Gregor werd nog roder. En toen werd hij groen. Ik knipperde een paar keer met mijn ogen, maar hij was nog steeds groen, met rode ogen. Net de Hulk: hij werd steeds groener en griezeliger en er sprongen twee hoorntjes uit de zijkant van zijn hoofd. Ik had wel eens gehoord van monsterachtige bazen, ik had er zelf een gehad, maar dit was echt belachelijk."
Author: Shanna Swendson
36. "Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep.War is kind.Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die.The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -A field where a thousand corpses lie.Do not weep, babe, for war is kind."
Author: Stephen Crane
37. "In Darwins post-platonische werelds is de variatie de fundamentele werkelijkheid en veranderen berekende gemiddelden in abstracties. We blijven echter de voorkeur geven aan het oudere en tegengestelde standpunt: we zien variatie nog steeds als een massa onlogische toevalligheden, die hoofdzakelijk van waarde is omdat zo'n spreiding te gebruiken is voor de berekening van een gemiddelde, hetgeen we dan beschouwen als iets wat een essentie nog het best benadert."
Author: Stephen Jay Gould
38. "I say be bold, come out of your threshold and ride the wind wherever it goes, we shall hold in one hand peace and in the other reignes, damn those who say the wind cannot be tamed, today it be a steed of grace that takes us to every place we have yet to see, perhaps it may even bring you to me...RIDE!"
Author: Tonny K. Brown
39. "The man trying to find a horse or a wife without fault has neither steed in his stable nor angel in his bed."
Author: Vikrant Parsai
40. "Op een gegeven moment vielen me midden in een groen veld een paar kippen op die zich, hoewel de regen nog helemaal niet zo lang geleden was opgehouden, een naar mijn idee voor die kleine witte beestjes enorm stuk hadden verwijderd van de boerderij waar ze thuishoorden. Om een reden die ik nog steeds niet helemaal kan begrijpen heeft de aanblik van dat groepje kippen dat zich zo ver het vrije veld in had gewaagd, mij toen zeer geraakt. Ik weet hoe dan ook niet wat het aan bepaalde dingen of wezens is dat mij soms zo ontroert."
Author: W.G. Sebald
41. "Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?Have I not in my time heard lions roar?Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds,Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?Have I not heard great ordinance in the field,And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?Have I not in a pitched battle heardLoud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hearAs will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.Grumio: For he fears none."
Author: William Shakespeare

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