War Horse Quotes

“I can hate you more, but I'll never love you less.”
― Michael Morpurgo, War Horse

“The first time we did cavalry charge I was so breathless with excitement I nearly fell off the horse. I actually saw stars in front of my eyes and thought I was going to faint. The second time I had a bit more control but was still giddy with excitement. And the third time I was an emotional wreck. I had to really try hard not to cry.”
― Benedict Cumberbatch

“Wherever you are, I will find you and I will bring you home”
― Steven Spielberg

“You're not alone, are you? Because I'm here”
― Steven Spielberg

“What kind of a horse?"
"A miraculous kind of horse”
― Steven Spielberg

“He never gave up. And he does that for us”
― Steven Spielberg

“There's a nobility in his eye, a regal serenity about him. Does he not personify all that men try to be and never can be?”
― Michael Morpurgo - War Horse

“Blind terror drove me on, with my flying stirrups whipping me into a frenzy. With no rider to carry I reached the kneeling riflemen first and they scattered as I came upon them.”
― Michael Morpurgo, War Horse

“To me soldiers had appeared to become younger as the war went on, and Rudy was no exception to this [...]. And like so many of them now he looked, without his helmet, like a child dressed up as a soldier.”
― Michael Morpurgo

“You should know better than to mount another's war-horse, I said with a smirk, Or perhaps he took offense to being called a mare.”
― Jessica Leake, Beyond a Darkened Shore

“Oh, we take you into slaughter without a moment's thought. And yes, some of you come to enjoy it, to lust for that cacophony, that violence, the reek of blood.

And so we share with you, dear horse, our peculiar madness. But who judges us for this crime against you and your kind?

No one.

Unless you horses have a god.”
― Steven Erikson, Reaper's Gale

“Oh, we take you into slaughter without a moment's thought. And yes, some of you come to enjoy it, to lust for that cacophony, that violence, the reek of blood.

And so we share with you, dear horse, our peculiar madness. But who judges us for this crime against you and your kind?

No one.

Unless your horses have a god.”
― Steven Erikson