A Quote by Mary Renault

Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle. — © Mary Renault
Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle.
If some beggar steals a bridle he'll be hung by a man who's stolen a horse.
If some beggar steals a bridle he'll be hung by a man who's stolen a horse. There's no surer justice in the world than that which makes the rich thief hang the poor one.
A man can no more make a safe use of wealth without reason than he can of a horse without a bridle.
An orator without judgment is a horse without a bridle.
Heart is the only thing which cannot be stolen without consent.
Caretaking is different from care giving. Care giving has no second agendas or hidden motives. The care is given from love for the joy of giving without expectation, no strings attached. It cannot be manipulated or discouraged because love cannot be manipulated or discouraged.
If a Chinese student does not know Chinese learning, it's like a person without a surname, a horse without a bridle, a boat without a helm. The more Western learning he possesses, the more hateful of China he will become. Even if he becomes a capable man of vast learning, how can he be of any use to the state?
Aspirations must be pure and free of selfishness. Arising from the depths of the soul, aspirations are spiritual demands penetrating all of a human life and making it possible for a person to die for their sake. A person without aspirations is like a ship without a rudder or a horse without a bridle. Aspirations give consistent order to life.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples.
A preacher should have the mind of a scholar, the heart of a child, and the hide of a rhinoceros. His problem is how to toughen his hide without hardening his heart.
We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.
Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass.
Perspective is to painting what the bridle is to the horse, the rudder to a ship.
Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.
No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love- be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love -cannot be bitter, cannot deny, cannot withhold if denied: the weight is too heavy
The horse's neck is between the two reins of the bridle, which both meet in the rider's hand.
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