Quotes About Colt

I've been a Colt for almost all of my adult life, but I guess in life, and in sports, we all know nothing lasts forever. Times change, circumstances change, and that's the reality of playing in the NFL.

I can't stand small babies. I would rather give birth to a kitten or a colt... a little pony.

Colt makes a heavy firearm." - Virgil Cole

He turned the cylinder of the Colt and listened to the small, clear clicks it made. The grip was wood, the barrel cool and blue; the holster had kept a faint smell of saddle soap. He slipped the gun back in its holster, put the gun belt around his waist and felt the gun's solid weight against his hip. When he walked out into the lots to catch his horse, he felt grown and complete for the first time in his life.

had to tread lightly, and with care. In my haste, I stumbled over one or two of the houseboys, who grumbled and rolled over, and once in my study, I unlocked the case that holds my Colt rifle. Unreliable as it is, it still affords the best and

The doctor smiled briefly and balanced the bar across his palms again. "It's handsome, in its way," he said. "Does that sound strange?" I knew what he meant. It was a nice piece of steel, and it was everything it needed to be and nothing it didn't. Like a Colt Detective Special, or a K-bar, or a cockroach.

Fool. Stop. You gave me as much as you took from me." The look of abject apology on his face was making me uncomfortable. "Not really, Fitz. Not really." "You saved my life. More than once." "After endangering it, usually. Fitz. If you save a colt's life because you intend later to ride it into battle, it tinges the act with a high degree of selfishness.

Shoe the horse, shoe the mare,But let the little colt go bare.

I have my own favorites; right now it's 'Simple Man,' but that changes from time to time.

Well then, he said, 'I hope you are good-tempered; I do not like any one next door who bites. Just then a horse's head looked over from the stall beyond; the ears were laid back, and the eye looked rather ill-tempered. This was a tall chestnut mare, with a long handsome neck; she looked across to me and said, So it is you have turned me out of my box; it is a very strange thing for a colt like you to come and turn a lady out of her own home.

Whatever. But we're watching you, Wolf. (Colt) Then I'll try not to piss on the floor or hump the furniture…your leg, though, might be another matter. (Fury)

She took out the last of the books, then nearly dropped the canvas bag in fright. At the bottom, neatly wrapped in a red handkerchief, she could just make out the bone grip of a Colt .45 pistol.

a fine job of work and a fine colt. Shall I reward you or Coquette — or both?

But Loki's relations with Svadilfari were such that a while later he gave birth to a colt.

Loki's relations with Svadilfari (a powerful stallion) were such that a while later he gave birth to a colt. It was grey and had eight feet, and this is the best horse among gods and men. (The horse's name was Slepnir.)

Though neither knows where lie the nameless things of which the mystic sign gives forth such hints; yet with me, as with the colt, somewhere those things must exist. Though in many of its aspects this visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright.

That is Nick Colt, otherwise known as bad news.

I'd prefer 'Bonnie Blue Flag', if you take requests…" Tom had turned and rested his elbows on the bar. His hand was inches from the Colt. These were the men he was looking for.

The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past men's knowing, where the stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.

In his hand he held a longbarreled sixshot Colt's patent revolver. It was a huge sidearm meant for dragoons and it carried in its long cylinders a rifle's charge and weighed close to five pounds loaded.

The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past the men's knowing, where the stars are drowning and wales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.

But when the truck straightened out and began to gain speed, I was still holding on. I tapped the window with the Colt. The passenger was that same guy who'd given me the glowering look at the top of the pass into Hog Hollow.

My pistol is a fawty-one Colt,' Lucas said. Which it would be; the only thing he hadn't actually known was the calibre—that weapon workable and efficient and well cared for yet as archaic peculiar and unique as the gold toothpick, which had probably (without doubt) been old Carothers McCaslin's pride a half century ago. 'All right,' he said. 'Then what?' 'He wasn't shot with no fawty-one Colt.

Get him in leg irons and transport him to the hospital," Grier told him curtly. "I need a doctor," Clark raged. "I'm shot. My hand's bleeding!" Grier stared at him. "If you make a move I don't like, you'll need a mortician," he said with pure malice, and abruptly spun the Colt with a professional skill that made Clark back up a step.