Quotes About Horse

You spoil your horse, Halt said. Will glanced at him. You spoil yours. Halt considered the thought, then nodded. That's true.

As he poured carefully, Arrow's head turned toward the sound. The horse made a low grumbling noise in his throat. "Hold your horses," he said. The he laughed. It seemed absurd to say tat to a horse.

Then, marveling at the recuperative powers and endurance of the Ranger horse breed, he tightened the girths on Blaze's saddle and swung astride the bay, groaning softly as he did so. Ranger horses might recover quickly. Ranger apprentices took a little longer. It

My horse went lame about ten days back and I turned him loose.

Good boy,' she said and swung herself easily up and into the saddle. And all hell broke loose. Bumper seemed to spring off the ground from all four feet, arching his back and throwing her off balance. Then he came down with a teeth-jarring crash and promptly put his head down, exploding his rump up into the air.

No. I'll show proper deference . . . the day you train your horse to fly backwards around the castle's turrets.

The speed was incredible. She had never ridden so fast in her life. You didn't expect this, did you? "No, I didn't," she replied, shocked to find that she was talking to her horse—and, even more surprising, her horse had seemed to talk to her.

And I looked, and behold a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.

A bad black horse steals Steals into my head And moves across the landscape Of my mind, while I sleep. He does what he likes in there. Next day I feel The damage. In the quiet mist I watch her go. It feels like snow. There's a feeling that I get. I walk back home Sad and slow.

Kit's horse wasn't white at all, Will saw with relief, but a sorrel gelding so red he gleamed like wet blood even by the cold fey light that surrounded them.

Petunia needed no encouragement to arch his neck and prance, even though his name made Keith bite his lip to keep a suitably stern and kingly expression.

I nudged Whiskey down the far side of the rise, and came among them like Death on my pale horse.

But talent—if you don't encourage it, if you don't train it, it dies. It might run wild for a little while, but it will never mean anything. Like a wild horse. If you don't tame it and teach it to run on track, to pace itself and bear a rider, it doesn't matter how fast it is. It's useless.

Fear the goat from the front, the horse from the rear and man from all sides.

Every woman wants a cowboy.

He noticed her eyes were a rich, warm brown, the same color as his favorite horse. "Yes?" He realized he'd been staring. At least he had the sense not to voice his thoughts. He doubted she would appreciate her eye color being compared to that of his horse's hide even if it was his favorite.

Everyone wanted Maggie." He smiled. "But some of us were smart enough to know you can break a wild horse, but you can never trust it.

Wait a minute. Are you limping?" Before he could speak, she said, "You can ride, though, right?" "I assume you're referring to a horse?" She smiled and jammed her hands down on her abundant hips. "Cowboys," she muttered under her breath as she sat back down.

It was a cruel and lawless place without him, and it seems to me that it's better with him, if anything. A bad horse needs a big whip, as the saying goes.

Then the Miller fell off his horse.

By Pluto sent at the request of Saturn. Arcita's horse in terror danced a pattern And leapt aside and foundered as he leapt, And ere he was aware Arcite was swept Out of the saddle and pitched upon his head Onto the ground, and there he lay for dead; His breast was shattered by the saddle-bow.

I saw the Emperor – this world-soul – riding out of the city on reconnaissance. It is indeed a wonderful sensation to see such an individual, who, concentrated here at a single point, astride a horse, reaches out over the world and masters it.

I love 'Troy.' I love Brad Pitt's character - when he went to Troy, he just ran over it. Then this particular scene where they made this big old horse or something out of wood, and they hid inside the wood.

My dream was to ride a horse from Mongolia to Hungary, 10,000 km across the great Eurasian Steppe, and in doing so, come to understand the nomadic cultures that have presided there for thousands of years.