Noah Cyrus Quotes

We keep horses. I have to keep working.

The strength that I have comes from irrigating the citrus plantation, ploughing in the vineyard, guarding the melon fields at night. I believe that's what gave me the strength.

The corncob was the central object of my life. My father was a horse handler, first trotting and pacing horses, then coach horses, then work horses, finally saddle horses. I grew up around, on, and under horses, fed them, shoveled their manure, emptied the mangers of corncobs.

My days are spent wrangling children, chipping dried manure from boots, washing jeans, and frying calf nuts.

I've always considered myself a physical person. I don't call myself a farm girl, but I did spend a lot of years shoveling manure and throwing hay, because I worked to pay most of my riding expenses.

I used to work a lot on ranches where I grew up, and I had to rise at 5:30 in the morning.

When you grow up on a farm, you grow up fast.

Everything is work on the farm.

In the city, we work until quitting time. On the farm, we work until the job is finished.

And then I bought my own horse, which I had until it died.

My days are jam-packed with carpools, classroom assistance, tending to chickens, dogs and seven acres of olive trees!

Growing up on a dairy farm, you certainly learn discipline and a commitment to purpose.

It was never physically dangerous except when I nearly fell off a horse, but it was physically arduous - especially when you were working late at night.

I want a place where I can have horses.

I was working on the farm to get in shape, about a mile away from my parents. You know, I did everything as a kid to stay in shape - jogging, work on the farm, driving the tractor. I'll never forget.

I was the kind of child who worked hard every day with the cows and sheep - I was a very aggressive boy.

Yeah, I'd been around horses most of my life.

I grew up working on farms. You'd do anything for money. You'd pick blueberries in the summertime for weeks; you'd cut down, like, spruce and fir trees for pulp.

There was no last animal I treated. When young farm lads started to help me over the gate into a field or a pigpen, to make sure the old fellow wouldn't fall, I started to consider retiring.

I ride my horses three to four times a week.

I went to school, but they didn't give you too much schooling because just as soon as you was big enough, you get to working in the fields. I guess I was a big boy for my age.

I grew up on a working farm. It was small, a hundred acres, but we had cows and pigs and chickens and sheep and a vegetable garden. I spent hours pulling weeds, hoeing, feeding the horses, cleaning out the stalls. My dad was a tough taskmaster. I always worked, but we also had fun.

I keep endlessly busy with all kinds of stuff, mostly horses, cattle, livestock, things like that.

I was a hard-workin' little boy. Oh, I worked. Pullin' cotton, shockin' grain, cuttin' wheat, loadin' wheat, choppin' cotton, cleanin' chicken houses, milkin' cows, plowin'.

I grew up cleaning stalls and milking cows.