The horse world is populated by two kinds of people: those who love horses, and those who exploit horses and the people who love them.

The horse world is populated by two kinds of people: those who love horses, and those who exploit horses and the people who love them.

We do the best we can," she said softly, looking inward. "And punish ourselves for it. I've tried to make my choices with the idea that I've made those choices for the greatest good. Sometimes someone suffers in the process, but I made the decision for the right reason. That should count for something, shouldn't it?

They don't matter. I thought I had to prove something, and I did, to myself. There's nothing left for me to prove. I can move on with my life.

I'm telling you, you did what you believed you had to do through all of this. Not what was easiest or best for you. You did what you did, and you're owning it. And I don't know ten men who would be brave enough to do that.

But then I had long mistaken being spoiled for being strong, being defiant for being independent, being reckless for being brave.

Being rich has never stopped anyone from being greedy.