#horse

Horses are a mirror of who you are. They're emotionally dependent on you. ↗

— Jeannette Walls

#emotionally #horses #mirror #who #you

Get off your horse and drink your milk. ↗

— John Wayne

#get #horse #milk #off #your

When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire. ↗

— John Webster

#faster #gallop #his #horse #man

Race horses are like golfers, you're never sure how they're going to come out of the stalls. It's just - hopefully the horses come out of the race all right, just fit and ready to go again in the near future, but 3rd was good. It's paid for its hay. ↗

— Lee Westwood

#come #fit #future #go #going

Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse. ↗

— Rebecca West

#being #horse #like #motherhood #own

I have to think that I think it's always been a horse race between this administration's temporary political acumen and their completely, utterly, totally bankrupt policies. And they're coming home to roost. It was always a question of time. These guys aren't conservative. These guys are radicals. ↗

— Bradley Whitford

#administration #always #bankrupt #been #between

But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#bringing #came #cousins #east #grandma

I made over forty Westerns. I used to lie awake nights trying to think up new ways of getting on and off a horse. ↗

— William Wyler

#forty #getting #horse #i #lie

I ride horseback - arthritic knees permitting - or listen to opera. Sometimes I cook. I used to do needlework, but it's hard on my hands now, so I only do it occasionally, but I like it. And, of course, I read. ↗

— Chelsea Quinn Yarbro

#course #hands #hard #horseback #i

I agree. To me, it [galloping on horseback] is the essence of freedom—the power of the beast beneath you, the wind in your face, the thundering of the hooves. It is a great elixir for the soul.” “And does your soul need healing, Benjamin?” she asked quietly, gently running her fingertips across his bicep and down his forearm. He turned away from the view of the pond and looked at her with clear, blue eyes, his expression serious. He captured her fingers in the palm of his hand. “My healing started the day I met you. You are my elixir.” “Then perhaps you need another dose,” she whispered, her face upturned as she leaned closer to him. ↗

— Suzannah Daniels

#elixir #ghostly-encounter #healing #horses #inspirational