Quotes About Horse

whinnied loudly. An answering neigh came

strand of hair out of my eyes and turned the horse's head toward the upland trail, relieved to be headed

A little later, Raimbaut reins his horse in the town square. "Have you seen a knight pass?" "Which? Two have passed and you're the third." "One rushing after the other." "Is it true one isn't a man?" "The second is a woman." "And the first?" "Nothing." "What about you?" "Me? I'm . . . I'm a man." "Thanks be to God!

the horse in a stall and walked calmly over to the two of

He finally staggers up to the last resting place of the late Slats Slavin and falls there with the blood pumping from the hole that Johnny Brannigan drills in his chest and as I notice his lips moving I hasten to his side figuring that he may be about to utter the name of the horse Slats gives him for me.

The place looked more like a genteel horse farm than the roar-and-fume venues where they usually played. Vast, grassy ranges stretched in every direction, with neat, sun-shaded shooting platforms at the head of each. Men—and a few women—were stretched out on the platforms, aiming rifles downrange. Others stood laughing and talking, holding rifles in cases. But for the occasional snap of a gunshot, it was quiet enough to hear birds singing.

in South Carolina it's illegal to keep a horse in a bathtub?

All you need for happiness is a good gun, a good horse, and a good wife.

So often at home in the West Village, I'm like, 'Why aren't I allowed a horse?' I would keep a horse in a stable in my apartment, and I would fit him with rubber shoes, and we'd just roll him out. If I needed to go to a meeting somewhere, I'd just get on my horse and go across town.

Her delicate brows drew together. "As a rancher, surely he knows how to ride a horse." "He can ride just fine. He took it into his head that he could break this rangy mustang, and it broke him instead." -Houston and Amelia

I almost envy your horse," she said, "because these thighs hug him all day." -Rebecca to Jake

All music is folk music. I ain't never heard a horse sing a song.

All music is folk music, I ain't never heard no horse sing a song.

Home is where my horse is.

Alas, this industrialized twelve-tone horse, dull on the outside and empty inside, constantly being perfected and dragged to a new Troy in shadow of an ideological war long since fought and won by responsible minds like Schoenberg, with neither systems nor scholarship for armor!

Does anyone remember the name of Paul Revere's horse?

He was Death, and he'd ridden in on a pale horse...

And I looked and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death.

My body seems a mere encumbrance to me; an imbecillic wagon, hitched to the horse of desire, which is the soul.

Chick forced himself to turn his head away, to walk in view of that window, to take the ten exposed steps down to the chestnut's stall.

this ain't the 4-H rodeo at the Pocahontas County Fair.... this is horse racing

His first impulse, when he saw the horse and rider ahead, was to honk, both in self-advertisement, warning and greeting, but he remembered in time the seriousness of the occasion and did not do so, reflecting, after it was too late, that Thomas might feel he was snubbed, as if he had passed him in the street without speaking, and he was angry with Thomas for possibly having any such feeling about such petty matters, at such a time.

Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh, Through the white and drifted snow.

It is the eye of the master that fatteth the horse, and the love of the woman that maketh the man.