Please, Percy...change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse.
I lost a horse today.' 'That sounds careless. What happened?' 'She jumped off a cliff.' 'A cliff! Is that normal?
What kind of fool had he been, to throw away romance untried?
I can hate you more, but I'll never love you less.
There is a touch of divinity even in brutes, and a special halo about a horse, that should forever exempt him from indignities.
The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.
In London, 'Equus' caused a sensation because it displayed cruelty to horses; in New York, because it allegedly displayed cruelty to psychiatrists.
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.
Not addicted to gluttony or drunkenness, this people who incur no expense in food or dress, and whose minds are always bent upon the defence of their country, and on the means of plunder, are wholly employed in the care of their horses and furniture.
I discovered that the horse is life itself, a metaphor but also an example of life's mystery and unpredictability, of life's generosity and beauty, a worthy object of repeated and ever changing contemplation.
I represent a district in Nevada, a state that is home to more wild horses than all other states combined.
When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.
I was 46 when 'Cold Mountain' came out. I was settled. We had a nice house in Raleigh and a horse farm.
I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.
The story of two dreams is a coincidence, a line drawn by chance, like the shapes of lions or horses that are sometimes formed by clouds.
I miss the comedy of the '70s and '80s, like 'Only Fools And Horses' and 'Fawlty Towers,' so I'm glad I'm put in that category.
I'm born with wild horses in my head.. With an imagination to conquer this world.. I will not settle for comforts of a golden cage.
A dark horse riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winning post, his mane moonflowing, his eyeballs stars.
The one thing I do not want to be called is First Lady. It sounds like a saddle horse.
The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
The labor of women in the house, certainly, enables men to produce more wealth than they otherwise could; and in this way women are economic factors in society. But so are horses.
