Bareback Riding Quotes & Sayings

Every couple needs glue to stay together. Like all marriages, I suspect, if you're busy you don't see it coming until you can't put the toothpaste back in the tube. It's a bit like going broke. It happens slowly and then very quickly. — Anne Robinson

I grew up on the back of a motorcycle - my dad didn't have a car until I was a teenager. And then my closest friend from grade school was a guy. — Aisha Tyler

Seems like that's the only thing that Rick would ever want from me whenever he was around, but I didn't mind because any attention to me was good attention. You see, when you lacked the proper attention and love as a child, you grow up and seek it from somebody else, and that's exactly what I was doing right now. — Diamond Johnson

Saddle bronc is the quintessential rodeo sport - not the chaos of bull riding or the thrashing of bareback riding. It might be harder than both. — John Branch

As an old soldier, I admit the cowardice: it's as universal as seasickness, and matters just as little. — George Bernard Shaw

I've always preferred animals to little girls or boys. I had my first horse - actually it was a Newfoundland pony - when I was three, and I loved riding, without anyone shackling me - riding bareback as fast as I could. — Elizabeth Taylor

A bully is one who forces you to laugh at his jokes, even if they are not jokes. That is how you know he is a bully. A — Joyce Carol Oates

I think of Sean folded low over the red stallion, riding bareback at the top of the cliffs. Of the easy way they had with each other when I met him to look at the uisce mare. I think, even, of the way Sean looked when he stood on the bloody festival rock and said his name, and then Corr's, like it was just one fact after the other. Of the way he said "the sky and the sand and the sea and Corr" to me. And I feel a bite of unfairness, because in everything but name, it seems to me that Sean Kendrick already owns Corr. — Maggie Stiefvater

I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything. — Neil Gaiman

It had been a boy's trick, Jerott remembered. Standing bareback on your father's horses; somersaulting, chariot-riding. Francis, buried in books, had never publicly attempted it. What private practice, Jerott wondered fleetingly, had gone into that? — Dorothy Dunnett