Monica Dickens

You and your horse. His strength and beauty. Your knowledge and patience and determination and understanding and love. That's what fuses the…

— Monica Dickens

Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable disease.

— Monica Dickens

“When I can't ride anymore, I shall keep horses as long as I can hobble around with a bucket and a wheelbarrow.…

— Monica Dickens

Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable disease which, once contracted, cannot be got out of…

— Monica Dickens

“Now that it was safe to drag their relationship out into the light and examine it mercilessly it was fantastic on what…

— Monica Dickens

Writing is a cop-out. An excuse to live perpetually in fantasy land, where you can create, direct and watch the products of…

— Monica Dickens

“Mary could be as sullen or rebellious as anyone on occasion, but she never achieved the glorious abandon with which Angela simply…

— Monica Dickens

Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I am me. So I have to go on being…

— Monica Dickens

We dominate a horse by mind over matter. We could never do it by brute strength.

— Monica Dickens

“She had not told her mother about Denys, but she had a suspicion that Mrs. Shannon knew all about it nevertheless. It…

— Monica Dickens

“While they were dancing, the buoyancy that the champagne had given her left her all at once, and she slumped and felt…

— Monica Dickens

Come to the stable. Come to where the horses are, and the sweet, grainy, pungent smells.

— Monica Dickens

“What else happened?' she asked, not because she was particularly interested, but because one must talk to one's mother when she came…

— Monica Dickens

“The lovely effects of champagne were quite gone and only the nasty ones were left; the taste in the mouth, the splitting…

— Monica Dickens

“However, now she was a schoolgirl no longer. She had discovered how to manage her hair, had been to one or two…

— Monica Dickens

“She did not get a medal - it was not fair. 'What a swizz,' she whispered bitterly to her mother as Cicely…

— Monica Dickens

If you have it, it is for life. It is a disease for which there is no cure. You will go on…

— Monica Dickens

“But Mariana was wrong. You couldn't die. You had to go on. When you were born, you were given a trust of…

— Monica Dickens

Dog lovers hate to clean out kennels. Horse lovers like cleaning stables.

— Monica Dickens

No ride is ever the last one. No horse is ever the last one you will have. Somehow there will always be…

— Monica Dickens

Riding is a complicated joy. You learn something each time. It is never quite the same, and you never know it all.

— Monica Dickens

“Doris was getting No. 4 ready for a new guest. The floor did not trouble her much, but she spent quite a…

— Monica Dickens

The limitless jet-lag purgatory of Immigration and Baggage at Heathrow.

— Monica Dickens