#horse

Aren't you just a knight in shining armor? ... Wherever do you keep your horse? And who scoops up the crap it leaves behind? ↗

— Myra McEntire

#horses

Want a sugar cube? [...] They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They've got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I . . . well, if we see something sweet we better grab it quick. [...] You're absolutely terrifying me in that get-up. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#finnick-odair #horses

Whats the difference between a king and his horse?I dont mean some kiddy shit like one has 4 legs and the other has 2, or ones a person and ones an animal. If their form, ability, and power is exactly the same, then why is it one becomes the king and controls the battle and the other one becomes the horse and carries the king? There's only one answer...INSTINCT!!! ↗

— Tite Kubo

#answer #battle #bleach #control #horse

Mulch's tongue lolled out, resting on the centaur's neck. "Mmm," he mumbled around his tongue. "Horse. Tasty" "Let's go," said Foaly nervously. "Let's go right now. ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#mulch #tasty #horses

The journey and excursions in Mexico which have originated the narrative and remarks contained in this volume were made in the months of March, April, May, and June of 1856, for the most part on horseback. ↗

— Edward Burnett Tylor

#contained #excursions #horseback #journey #june

I've had quarter horses for the last 18 years. ↗

— Bruce Boxleitner

#horses #i #last #quarter #years

General statements omit what we really want to know. Example: some horses run faster than others. ↗

— Mason Cooley

#faster #general #horses #know #omit

I'm still a horse that can run. I may not be able to win the Derby, but what do you do when you retire? People retire and they vegetate. They go away and they dry up. ↗

— Mel Brooks

#away #derby #dry #go #go away

The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth. ↗

— Mason Cooley

#free #horse #kicks #remembering #stares

Look," Peter said. To the north was a series of vast grassy plains, and there, just looking like specks at first, was a herd of horses, a species that in Neverland had never been tamed. They were beautiful, flashes of brown and black and tan, their coats gleaming. There was no reason for them to be running that Tiger Lily could see. It was likely that they just loved to run. "That's what I want my life to be," Peter said, staring down at the horses. Tiger Lily sank against him and watched the herd, and thought that was what she wanted too. ↗

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

#horses #life #love #peter-pan #tiger-lily