Quotes About Horse

Their arms aloft pulling at their clothes were luminous and each obscure soul was enveloped in audible shapes of light as if it had always been so. The mare at the far end of the stable snorted and shied at this luminosity in beings so endarkened and the little horse turned and hid his face in the web of his dam's flank.

Before the colt could struggle up John Grady had squatted on its neck and pulled its head up and to one side and was holding the horse by the muzzle with the long bony head pressed against his chest and the hot sweet breath of it flooding up from the dark wells of its nostrils over his face and neck like news from another world.

He rode all night and in the first gray light with the horse badly drawn down he walked it out upon a rise beneath which he could make out the shape of the town, the yellow windows in the old mud walls where the first lamps were lit, the narrow spires of smoke standing vertically into the windless dawn so still the village seemed to hang by threads from the darkness.

The boy who rode on slightly before him sat a horse not only as if he'd been born to it which he was but as if were he begot by malice or mischance into some queer land where horses never were he would have found them anyway.

She crouched in the bushes and watched it, a huge horse emerging seared and whole from the sun's eye and passing like a wrecked caravel gaunt-ribbed and black and mad with tattered saddle and dangling stirrups and hoofs clopping softly in the dust and passing enormous and emaciate and inflamed and the sound of it dying down the road to a distant echo of applause in a hall forever empty.

A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done. Where'd you hear that at? I dont know.

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.

Mire, mire! called the man. He was fishing about in his pockets and soon he was juggling four small wooden balls in front of Glanton's horse. The horse snorted and lifted its head and Glanton leaned over the saddle and spat and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Aint that the drizzlin shits, he said.

Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!

Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass.

Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass. Wallace Stephens

If a blind, three-legged racehorse named "Next Stop: Glue Factory" were racing down at the Fort Erie track, you can bet Lex Galbraith would've bet his life savings on the nose of that nag.

Far back, far back in our dark soul, the horse prances.

One must apply the greatest artistry in three things," Alberti wrote, "walking in the city, riding a horse, and speaking, for in each of these one must try to please everyone."12 Leonardo mastered all three.

But even Leonardo was practical enough to realize, eventually, that such a large monument so precariously balanced was not a good idea, so he settled for a horse that would be fancifully prancing.

A less sensitive horse was found to serve.

Why didn't the skeleton cross the road? Because he had no guts. A good steak pun is a rare medium well done. A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, "Hey." The horse says, "Sure.

If Mattel ever makes a Drag Queen Barbie, they damn well ought to pattern that doll's proportions after Sister Rose. Those were legs that could crack a horse's ribs, and they knew how to move.

The blind spot under his muzzle explains why a horse might accidentally eat your fingers instead of the treat that you are offering.

Click here to return to the text. "The father's job is to teach his children how to be warriors, to give them the confidence to get on the horse to ride into battle when it's necessary to do so. If you don't get that from your father, you have to teach yourself.

Lady pranced and scraped her front hooves on the ice and then lowered her head and looked at us. I inhaled sharply and Leif fired the gun.

På dagtid er det bare oss to. Balatov og meg. Foruten å bekjentgjøre sine seksuelle preferanser seks ganger om dagen stinker han som hestemøkk marinert i bensin. Dessuten bruker han enhver anledning til gjøre seg til kompis. «Jeg vise deg bilde av svart. Er på rom. Kom.»

The jockey never recalls using a whip. The horse never forgets.

I bless the hoss from hoof to head - From head to hoof, and tale to mane! - I bless the hoss, as I have said, From head to hoof, and back again!