A Quote by Mary Webb

Saddle your dreams before you ride em. — © Mary Webb
Saddle your dreams before you ride em.
If I couldn't compete, I wouldn't ride. I don't ride for fun; I ride to prepare for the next competition, and everything that I do when I am in the saddle is always a calculated step in my path to the next win.
Sit tall in the saddle and hold your head up high. Keep your eyes fixed where the trail meets the sky, and live like you ain't afraid to die. Don't be scared...just enjoy the ride.
They say the shoe can always fit, no matter whose foot it's on. These days feel like I'm squeezing in 'em. Who ever wore 'em before just wasn't thinking big enough, I'm about to leave 'em with 'em
A song is like a saddle: you ride it for a while, and if it's the right kind of song you can sing it for the rest of your life.
Things are in the saddle. And ride mankind.
You can't just will your dreams to come true. You have to work hard. You have to give 'em wings, arms, legs...whatever it takes to make your dreams come true.
TRUE Courage is when you are scared to death and STILL saddle up and ride in!
Misty of Chincoteague', 'The Black Stallion', the 'Saddle Club' books, I read 'em all. I was horse-crazy.
'Misty of Chincoteague', 'The Black Stallion', the 'Saddle Club' books, I read 'em all. I was horse-crazy.
If the world were a logical place, men would ride side saddle.
Let us put Germany, so to speak, in the saddle! you will see that she can ride.
You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em
None comes into the world with a saddle on his back, neither any booted and spurred to ride him.
I do have big tits. Always had 'em - pushed 'em up, whacked 'em around. Why not make fun of 'em? I've made a fortune with 'em.
Every present occasion will catch the senses of the vain man; and with that bridle and saddle you may ride him.
Now its raining its pouring the old man is snoring now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street all my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home I’d rather die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe and throw my dreams out in the street and the rain make ‘em grow
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