A Quote by Emily Robison

I ride horses once in a while, but I'm no expert. I hold on for dear life. — © Emily Robison
I ride horses once in a while, but I'm no expert. I hold on for dear life.
I ride horses once in a while, but Im no expert. I hold on for dear life.
I realized horses have personality when I bought one and I had one, who's now out to pasture, a horse named Drifter. Before that, I was a city boy. Horses, I used to go out to the LaBagh Woods and ride at a stable once every two years or something; no idea about horses. Dogs, I knew, had personalities, but not horses.
I cycle, I take an hour's strenuous walk in the evening, I play tennis twice a week with a trainer, and I sail. I used to ride horses professionally - I'd ride seven or eight horses a day, so I had to be fit for that.
If you can't ride two horses at once, you shouldn't be in the circus.
Once my pilot and I push and jump into the sled, I hold on for dear life in the back while she skillfully and hopefully quickly navigates the two of us down a mile of icy, often bumpy, sharp right and left turns. I then pull the brakes at the end.
I ride horses, I love horses, I've owned horses.
Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.
Now let's try to understand that falling into sexual and emotional thrall with an underage blood relative hadn't exactly been on my list of Things to Do while visiting England,but I was coming around to the belief that whether you liked it or not, Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just have to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.
But once in a while the odd thing happens Once in a while the dream comes true And the whole pattern of life is altered Once in a while, the moon turns blue
The greatest pleasure is to vanquish your enemies and chase them before you, to rob them of their wealth and see those dear to them bathed in tears, to ride their horses and clasp to your bosom their wives and daughters.
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, emptied the mangers of corncobs.
You can go back into equestrianism any time - we've got a yard back home in Sheffield, and the horses are still there. They're just on hold for the moment. I can't ride and play football; it's too much of a risk.
Life is a rollercoaster ride and I don't intend on being the one screaming and hanging on for dear life.
As a man, I've been representative of the values I hold dear. And the values I hold dear are carryovers from the lives of my parents.
I never plan anything-life is a roller coaster ride - I just hang on for dear life.
I used to ride horses when I was younger. Ponies were my life. I miss being fearless.
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