#horse

Horses are far worse than men for treachery... ↗

— James Clavell

#men

A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground or break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose into the open. ↗

— Gerald Raftery

#humour #spirit #freedom

Before he left Rome, Marcus had been in a fair way to becoming a charioteer, in Cradoc's sense of the word, and now desire woke in him, not to possess this team, for he was not one of those who much be able to say "Mine" before they can truly enjoy a thing, but to have them out and harnessed; to feel the vibrating chariot floor under him, and the spread reins quick with life in his hands, and these lovely, fiery little creatures in the traces, his will and theirs at one. ↗

— Rosemary Sutcliff

#horses #roman #life

Gwynned lies two days westwards; still further south, the weregeld calls. Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour, my deeds may yet inspire the skalds. ↗

— George Gordon Byron

#fish #horse #humor #inspirational #science

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

— Louis Armstrong

#folk music #heard #horse #i #music

A catcher and his body are like the outlaw and his horse. He's got to ride that nag till it drops. ↗

— Johnny Bench

#catcher #drops #got #his #horse

You're better off betting on a horse than betting on a man. A horse may not be able to hold you tight, but he doesn't wanna wander from the stable at night. ↗

— Betty Grable

#better #better off #betting #hold #horse

The last time somebody pointed out that cowboys ride horses, not tricycles, I shot him. Of course, I waited until another gunslinger gunned him down, but nevertheless, I still shot him. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#clever #cowboy #cowboys #creative #creativity

After I broke my leg I had to go back and do one of the remakes of 'The Magnificent Seven' and ended up on a horse that pitched me off and broke my leg again... I rode horses pretty well. I just didn't like doing it. ↗

— William Lucking

#again #back #broke #doing #ended

They were, I doubt not, happy enough in their dark stalls, because they were horses, and had plenty to eat; and I was at times quite happy enough in the dark loft, because I was a man, and could think and imagine. ↗

— Hugh Miller

#could #dark #doubt #eat #enough