Quotes About Horse

You have sent me a Flanders mare.

I'm a lurker and a creep. Women don't like me because I sleep standing up, like a horse.

All equestrians, if they last long enough, learn that riding in whatever form is a lifelong sport and art, an endeavor that is both familiar and new every time you take the horse out of his stall or pasture.

Justify, you can walk up to him and he might give you three, four, five seconds and then he's done with you. He'll try to bite your head off. It's not in a mean way. He's just a big, tough horse. He'll run you out of the stall.

A man can no more make a safe use of wealth without reason than he can of a horse without a bridle.

Art will liberate itself from the needs and desires of men. No longer will we paint a forest ora horseas we like oras theyappear to us, but as they really are.

Cicero said loud-bawling orators were driven by their weakness to noise, as lame men to take horse.

He sat on his horse unmoving, a somber black figure in startling contrast to the vivid colors about him, the sun dazzling on his white gold hair. Unlike the duke and his bastard, there was no laughter in his face, and his eyes were not searching the housefronts for diversion-instead, he was staring intently straight up at my window.

Mounted on a horse, we were useful in direct proportion to our powers of observation and our ability to interpret what we say, faculties, of course, which are sharpened by interest. And our interest was boundless.

There's a lot more to ridin' a horse than just sittin' in the saddle and lettin' yer feet hang down.

A Nobel horse Doesent feel the crack of his masters whip

privilege is founded on duty, and if the horse carries the man, the animal is fed before the rider himself doth eat. Thus in certain respects the first comes last, and the greatest king is the loneliest.

Now being upon the haunches (as he necessarily must be in this case) is it impossible but he must be light in hand, because no horse can be rightly upon his haunches without being so.

The first two days that I rode a horse, I had someone controlling it with a rope around its neck.

People think I'm strong, but actually I wanted to crawl away. I thought, I'm going to live in the country with my horse and I'll get a nine-to-five; I don't need this.

He walked outside onto the terrace and sat. Obviously settled and comfortable, he poured coffee. There were ways and ways to gain trust, he thought. With a bird with a broken wing, it took patience, care, and a gentle touch. With a high-strung horse that had been whipped, it took diligence and the risk of being kicked. With a woman, it took a certain amount of charm. He was willing to combine all three.

When he turned toward the stables, Alastar butted Boyle hard with his head. "Alastar! Sorry," she said immediately, and bit down hard on the gurgle of laughter that wanted to escape. "Don't be rude," she told the horse, and leaning over to his ear added, "even if it's funny.

securely around the saddle horn. "Want to show off, Sundown?" With a toss of his head, the gelding trotted out to the center of the ring. "Rattlesnake!" At Callen's call, Sundown reared, hooves striking air. "Backstabber." Dropping his forelegs, Sundown kicked his back legs high. "Do-si-do." Brightly, the horse danced laterally left, swung his

Pretty thing, he thought, though he'd be wise to ignore that. Pretty and sunny and a bloody faerie goddess astride a horse.

Why did you leave the horse alone? —To keep the house company, my son. ~ MAHMOUD DARWISH

Some of us looked in awed wonder at that massive horse, the gift for Minerva, the never-wed, which was to be our destruction.

caput acris equi;

Flinging himself from his horse, he made, in his rage, as if he would breast the flood. Standing knee-deep in water he hurled at the faithless woman all the insults that have ever been the lot of her sex. Faithless, mutable, fickle, he called her; devil, adulteress, deceiver; and the swirling waters took his words, and tossed at his feet a broken pot and a little straw.

A man without religion is like a horse without a bridle.