Horse Quotes
"The deceptively reductive forms of the artist’s work belie the density of meaning forged by a bifurcated existence."
"All that was left was the blinking cursor, tapping like an impatient finger."
"These arresting compelling images are the only known surviving works created by an artist born into slavery."
"It was a week since the ambulance had come in the night."
"Her best specimen was a fruit bat that had been electrocuted."
"A really good mount allowed a species to tell its own story."
"Jess loved the interior architecture of living things."
"Careers can be as accidental as car wrecks."
"One showed a horse standing in a skillfully rendered southern landscape."
"He searched the walls, guided by the catalogue numbers."
"A line from "Ozymandias" wafted through his mind."
"He gazed once more at the trainer. 'Harry? Charles? Lew?' he whispered."
"He found a bench on the Mall and began to scribble notes."
"Jarret plucked a bloom of honeysuckle and sucked the sweetness."
"Boston’s gaits could be controlled, but at the cost of a temper that never would be."
"The reality of quotidian Black life didn’t merit depiction."
"It's my currency," Johnson replied. "Clients desire it, perhaps, even more than my deft blades."
"He won’t be safe in Cincinnati, or indeed anywhere in Ohio. And he’ll be conspicuous."
"That’s your freedom money, son. I always meant for it to be so."
"Any man would do the same, who values his life, and his honor."
"The only way to solve that puzzle was to go with him, he supposed."
"I don’t know what I’ll do if something bad happen to my horse."
"The heart will rule the head, it seems. A lustrous and potent steed that carries us where we wish to go."
"You are too young to remember Delia Webster, perhaps, but the fine citizens of Lexington sent her to rot in prison for helping runaways."
"It was a blow that beat the breath out of him."
"But they won’t see it that way. They’ll see stolen property, a runaway slave. You could die."
"Because it had been his whole life, Jarret had never realized what it meant to be skilled at something that was highly valued."
"He yearned for Darley—the scent of him, the silky feel of his mane."
"The plantation began to gear up for picking, tell-tales set up at the end of rows."
"Jarret soon missed the dull chores of the smithy."
"By the end of the week, his good shirt hung in shreds and red weals bloomed across his shoulders."
"The Fatherland chapel was a different thing entirely, built for the slaves."
"The translucent skin rattled softly in the hot wind. Maybe this season was his shedding."
"She recognized him blocks away by his graceful walk."
"He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; He does not shy away from the sword."
"He was his own man long before any of his peers even realized that was an option."
"The painting was tightly composed, a movement from the dark ground of the primer up through the agitation of color and line."
"When a mare pinned her ears, you knew she wasn’t looking to be congenial."
"A horse like Arrow, lashed bloody too often in attempts to tame his temper, would be hardened to the whip and resent it."
"He’s just feeling you, that’s all. Don’t fall for it, Henri."
"They can tell a friend, as you’d be knowin’ yerself, t’be sure."
"I realized with some surprise that his approbation mattered to me."
"Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string."
"Speak what you think today in words as hard as cannon balls."
"The horse does look well enough, I acknowledge that."
"I took the opportunity to quiz him about Metairie, hoping to find information for my dispatches."
"When I sit astride him I soar, I am a hawk. He trots on air. The earth sings when he touches it."
"You’ve been good to me, but you weren’t never mine. I know that."
"If your only tool is a hammer, everything is a nail, and all that."
"As soon as a mare in estrus scented him, she signaled her readiness."
"No one should stand between a good man and his son."
"This does not feel like winning, even when the cannons fall silent."
"I will not trade my horse for any that walks on four legs."
"They say we are winning this war. They say it, and yet that word does not carry the same meaning to me as it once did."