Dead horses can't kick.
Alimony is like buying hay for a dead horse.
Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.
Alimony is like buying oats for a dead horse.
If the horse is already dead more hay will not help it.
You've got to stop whipping a dead horse sometime.
there grew up around the campfires stories of a great silver stallion seen galloping over wind-packed snow way up on the Ramshead Range; of a ghost horse that drank at the Crackenback River; of a horse that all men thought was dead appearing in a bli...
Scarlett: Go! Go! [She whips the horse many times, and it falls down dead] Prissy: It's dead! It's dead!
[at McAlester's, Boots and Rooster are discussing the dead men; LaBoeuf walks up] Capt. Boots Finch: So this is the man shot Ned Pepper's horse from under him. Rooster Cogburn: Yeah! This is the famous horse killer from El Paso. He believes in puttin...
[Rooster is caught under his horse; as Ned starts to shoot him, La Boeuf fires from the ridge and hits Ned's horse; Ned falls dead] Mattie Ross: Hooray for the man from Texas! Some bully shot!
Custer had dead heroes. Crazy Horse had only live ones.
If a book is not alive in the writer's mind, it is as dead as year-old horse-shit
I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the horses the new strength of fear for the last m...
I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.
[Flounder has just fired a blank cartridge near Neidermeyer's horse, and the horse has dropped dead] Bluto: Holy shit! D-Day: There were blanks in that gun! Flounder: I didn't even point the gun at him! Bluto: Holy shit! [D-Day checks the gun] D-Day:...
When Steven Spielberg thinks you're the one, then I'll do anything. If you want me to put a dead horse on my head, I'll do it.
Trini 'Gordo' Garcia: In France, we hit the beach right after D-Day and fought through all those fucking hedgerows. We finally broke out into open country. And bypassed all these Kraut divisions. We linked up with the Canadians and British and trappe...
I ride horses, I love horses, I've owned horses.
The corncob was the central object of my life. My father was a horse handler, first trotting and pacing horses, then coach horses, then work horses, finally saddle horses. I grew up around, on, and under horses, fed them, shoveled their manure, empti...
[Aragorn readies to take the Paths of the Dead. He leads his horse towards the entrance and passes by Gimli, who stops him] Gimli: Where do you think you're going? Aragorn: Not this time, Gimli. This time you must stay. [Legolas walks up to them, lea...
The risk is too great. A man cannot place too much faith in any one thing, neither a woman, nor a horse, nor a weapon, nor any single thing.
