Quotes About Equestrian

She was more like riding a sofa than a horse, with her broad back and sides curved like a hogshead of beer.

It is the greatest feeling ever and my best friend in the whole world riding the horse and my other best friend running second; it's unbelievable.

Mary always preferred to ride on horseback rather than be carried in a litter or a coach

All I am is a skinful of old bones on horseback.

FRANK HAYES IS THE only jockey to win a race after death. No, really! It was 1923, and poor Frank suffered a fatal heart attack in the middle of a race at Belmont Park in New York. However, his horse, Sweet Kiss, didn't know this and carried on to win the race with the lifeless jockey still on board.

She was wearing a hacking jacket and turtleneck, a riding hat tricked under her left arm. I wondered what the photo opportunity had been, and why she looked happy. She hated houses. Her hair was dark honey streaked with grey and cut in a soft, chin-length bob. It looked all wrong; my mother had had long hair for as long as I could remember. She had gained a few pounds. She looked younger and softer.

He never got tired of watching someone who'd been hurt in some way rediscover a sense of joy riding on the back of a horse. Buckwheat

I've been riding horses since I was eight. I've never ridden well. Still, there's nothing I'd rather do.

How long did they stay there in that room, on the narrow bed? She had a scar on her shoulder, in the shape of a star, that Louis couldn't help but run his lips over. A souvenir of a fall from a horse. It got dark. They could hear the clattering of hooves, a whinny, and the high-pitched voice of the marquis giving orders at more and more distant intervals, like a motif on a flute, clear and desolate, returning again and again.

Paul's last words to Linda: "You're up on your beautiful Appaloosa stallion. It's a fine spring day. We're riding through the woods. The bluebells are all out, and the sky is clear-blue".

The groom, Toombo, had brushed Pegasus's coat to a lacquer and now boosted me into the saddle. At two, Pegasus was massive already—a notch more than seventeen hands. I was tall, too—nearly six foot now—but I felt like a leaf in the saddle. In

The Captain stepped into the stirrup and was proud of the fact that at age seventy-one he could step up from the ground onto a sixteen-hand horse. With some pain but no flinching he swung into the saddle.