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Trusting Your Horse Quotes By Pierce Brown

Tell the hag we're here for war. Not words. — Pierce Brown

Trusting Your Horse Quotes By Gary Hoey

Whenever I eat a meal, I always leave the last bite on my plate. I don't know why, it's just a thing with me. — Gary Hoey

Trusting Your Horse Quotes By Paul C. Nagel

Adams was in a hurry and ordered his horse drawn carriage to wait for him in front of his house. The horses were spooked before he got in the carriage, and the carriage was destroyed in an accident. Pondering what could have happened to him , Adams retreated to Psalm 20's injunctions against trusting in chariots and horses. — Paul C. Nagel

Trusting Your Horse Quotes By Olivia Newton-John

The 'Great Walk to Beijing' was a fundraiser for my cancer center. It was a three-week trek with fellow cancer 'thrivers,' including celebrities ranging from Joan Rivers to Leeza Gibbons and Olympians. — Olivia Newton-John

Trusting Your Horse Quotes By Torrey Smith

I don't want to be 50 years old and not know what's going on with my kids and my grandkids. — Torrey Smith

Trusting Your Horse Quotes By Ben Loory

Eventually the man comes to see that he has a mind, and that his mind is like a fist, wrapped tightly around a single thought. He cannot open the fist to look at the thought, for fear that it will fly away, but he knows that it is very important and that he must hang on to it, no matter what the cost. — Ben Loory

Trusting Your Horse Quotes By Amy Harmon

Then the image changed to something else. A birthday cake. It was chocolate with a plastic horse in the center, rearing up. Four candles flickered around it.

"He's four," I said, trusting that that was what Eli was trying to tell me. But I knew. I'd seen the dates on the grave.

"He would be six now." She shook her head defiantly. I waited. The child looked up at me expectantly and then looked back at his mother.

"He's still four," I said. "Kids wait."

Her lower lip trembled and she bit into it. She was starting to believe me. That, or she was starting to hate me. Or maybe she already did.

"Wait for what?" Her voice was so soft I barely caught the question.

"Wait for someone to raise them. — Amy Harmon