#horse

If you want to be a good saddler, saddle the worst horse; for if you can tame one, you can tame all. ↗

— Socrates

#saddler #socrates #tame #horses

And yes, I came over here fully intending to seduce you." He lifted his head and whispered in my ear, "It's what I'm good at. Just like you're good at evading demons and kicking ass." "Kicking ass?" I questioned as he dropped his head back to the arm of the couch. His hand was exploring again, and I didn't want to move. "Yeah," he said, and I jumped as he found a ticklish spot. "I like a woman who takes care of herself." "Not much of a white knight on a horse, huh?" He raised one eyebrow. "Oh, I could," he said. "But I'm a lazy son of a bitch. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#rachel #horses

The Lord's mercy often rides to the door of our heart upon the black horse of affliction. ↗

— Charles H. Spurgeon

#cross-bearing #mercy #trials #horses

My mother always said that I was born out of a bottle of vinegar instead of born from a womb and that she and my father bathed me in sugar for three days to wash it off. I try to behave, but I always go back to the vinegar. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#scorpio-races #water-horses #young-adult-fiction #horses

I can see time," whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost. ↗

— Garth Nix

#fantasy #young-adult #young-adult

Yes, it's worth it. The pain of sorrow is terrible and hard to bear, but the joy of love makes it worthwhile. p123 ↗

— Kate Sherwood

#horses #loss #love #sorrow #love

Regweld is really a fine wizard," he continued, patting the shoulder again. "And his ideas for crossbreeding a horse and a frog are not without merit; never mind the explosion! Alchemy shops can be replaced! ↗

— R.A. Salvatore

#fantasy #frog #horse #humor #icewind-dale

It is not just a question of blowing up a building or shooting a prime minister. Such bourgeois horseplay is not contemplated. Our operation must be delicate, refined and aimed at the heart of the Intelligence apparat of the West. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#death #horseplay #james-bond #refinement #death

I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble’s neck. “Good boy,” I said. “Trusty steed. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #horseback-riding #horses #laura-anderson-kurk

I may not be a horse whisperer, but I certainly can and do shout at unicorns. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#shout #unicorns #whisper #change