Quotes About Horse

The Deliverer-Hero, with a Weapon, on a Horse?' says Mark. 'The tough but loving tutor who tempers him like fine blue steel? The Bush? Kinobe? Yoda?

I want full squadron attacks—no more individual horse shit here people, or I will provide some unfortunate souls with new anal orifices!

And where in the automobile is the offal that so offends with the horse? There is none, only a puff of smoke that vanishes in the air. An automobile is as harmless as a cigarette. Mark my words, Tomás: This century will be remembered as the century of the puff of smoke!

A sharp clip-crop of iron-shod hoofs deadened and died away, and clouds of yellow dust drifted from under the cottonwoods out over the sage.

Combining the gait of a fine horse, the comfort of your favorite Indian blanket, and the ease of a well-worn saddle, Mark Langley's Path of the Dead is one heck of a debut novel coming out of the gate. —Craig Johnson, author of the Walt Longmire Mysteries, the basis for the Netflix drama Longmire.

I'm excited but afraid. I long to turn and wedge myself through the horse's arse from which I've just fallen, to sit safe in the hot womb of my room. But this is Jasper Jones, and he and come to me .

Well, no," replied George; "but we'll think about it now. Let's see," he continued, eyeing the colt, whose light hide gleamed softly in the ever-increasing gloom, "Snowflake, Soapflake. What about Lux?

As a veterinarian and lover of animals, I feel the time is now to stop the practice of horse soring for good.

Keeping his movements relaxed, Devon went to the Arabian's stall. Asad turned his head sideways to view him, his teacup muzzle tightening in a sign of unease. "No need for concern," Devon murmured. "Although one can't blame you for wrinkling your nose at a Ravenel's approach.

How do you expect to ride when you're not steady on your feet?" "The same way I always ride--badly. Your concern for my welfare is misplaced." "My concern is not for your welfare. It's for the horse you intended to ride, and the tenants you're supposed to visit. They have enough hardship to contend with--they don't need to be subjected to the company of a drunken fool.

That's what I want, that kind of recklessness where the poem is even ahead of you. It's like riding a horse that's a little too wild for you, so there's this tension between what you can do and what the horse decides it's going to do.

Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider?

The punters know that the horse named Morality rarely gets past the post, whereas the nag named Self-interest always runs a good race.

Do not trust the horse, Trojans Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts.

Some of the famous warriors of the Western Plains earned more coup feathers in their lifetime than were required for a full-sized headdress. These warriors were allowed by tribal law to make and wear a war bonnet having either a single or double row of eagle feathers hanging down the back. Originally these bonnets were only knee length, but when the Indian started to ride horses, the tails were extended to the wearer's heels.

Suppose by chance you do get picked up. What have you done? You shot a horse; that isn't first degree murder; in fact, it isn't even murder; in fact, I don't know what it is.

Unless the old adage must be verified, That beggars mounted, run their horse to death.

pillion saddle on Archibald's horse and a man-at-arms lifts

If you harm a horse do you make him better or worse? Worse.

I wouldn't want to eat any raw horse

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

You can't make a horse do anything. You see what he's going to do and then you tell him to do that, and he thinks it's your idea, so next time you tell him something, he's more likely to do what you tell him.

What the devil did ye tell me for, ye wee idiot?" he said under his breath, urging his horse up into a gallop. "What did ye think I'd do?" Just what ye damn well did was the answer. John hadn't resisted, hadn't fought back. "Go ahead and kill me," the wee bugger had said. A fresh spurt of rage curled Jamie's hands as he imagined all too well doing just that.

horse," he repeated, drying his hand on his breeches. "You can't make a horse do anything. You see what he's going to do and then you tell him to do that, and he thinks it's your idea, so next time you tell him