Pack Horse Quotes

#1. He thinks posterity is a pack-horse, always ready to be loaded.

Benjamin Disraeli

#2. The ox longs for the gaudy trappings of the horse; the lazy pack-horse would fain plough. [We envy the position of others, dissatisfied with our own.]

Horace

#3. my orderly, who threw me across a pack-horse, and succeeded in bringing me safely to the British lines. Worn with pain, and weak from the prolonged hardships

Arthur Conan Doyle

#4. The slaves of custom and established mode,
With pack-horse constancy we keep the road
Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells,
True to the jingling of our leader's bells.

William Cowper

#5. The anthropologists are busy, indeed, and ready to transport us back into the savage forest where all human things ... have their beginnings; but the seed never explains the flower.

Edith Hamilton

#6. All the saddle horses, and even some of the pack animals, were affected by the scent of the wild herd. Freedom still lived deep down in their hearts. That was why a broken horse, no matter how gentle, became the wildest of the wild when he got free.

Zane Grey

#7. Once a month, for one evening, we are free to wear our natural skins. We are on the outside as we are internally.

D.R. Hedge

#8. Masonry was not made to divide men, but to unite them, leaving each man free to think his own thoughts and fashion his own system of ultimate truth. All its emphasis rests upon two extremely simple and profound principles, love of God and love of man.

Joseph Fort Newton

#9. When we choose a man to beautify our towns, we do not automatically call on the major artists of the world ... We now lavishly praise Frank Lloyd Wright, but we never made any community use of him, though he longed for the chance.

Paul Goodman

#10. He kissed my lips, his skin warm in spite of the cool winter wind whipping past us. His whisper would have been lost on me before, but now I heard every word. "What do you want, Raven?

Lisa Kessler

#11. I've been DJing a little bit, so you get used to the fact that music sounds brilliant when it's loud.

Sophie Ellis-Bextor

#12. I planned to suffer
and I cannot.

Anne Sexton

#13. You know the little camel on the pack of cigarettes? They just found out that's not even a camel. It's actually a horse with a big, old tumor growing out of its mouth.

Arj Barker

#14. The audience is the camera. I don't want the audience to sit and watch, I want it to move.

King Hu

#15. My favourite piece of architecture is the Royal Conservatory of Music on Bloor (273 Bloor Street West). When they cleaned up the old building a few years back, the stonework just knocked me out. It is a great melding of the Old Toronto and the new.

Andy Barrie

#16. The practice of sympathetic joy is rooted in inner development. It's not a matter of learning techniques to "make friends and influence people." Instead, we build the foundations of our own happiness. When our own cup is full, we more easily share it with others.

Sharon Salzberg

#17. Every horse thinks its own pack heaviest.

Thomas Fuller

#18. Focusing on strengths is the surest way to greater job satisfaction, team performance and organizational excellence.

Marcus Buckingham

#19. There is no effect more disproportionate to its cause than the happiness bestowed by a small compliment.

Robert Breault

#20. I would for sure do a thousand dollar meet and greet because literally every single person knows where I live.

Vince Staples

#21. Life seemed nearest to acceptable at four A.M.

Wally Lamb

#22. Jacob: I've never seen so much manure. Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car. Jacob: how do you stand the smell? Wade: what smell?

Sara Gruen

#23. An injured dog, a sick kitten, a horse in labor, it didn't matter... Dell gave his heart and soul, and in less time than it took humans to shake hands, an animal would become part of Dell's pack for life.

Jill Shalvis

#24. Im the reflection of your broken dream...

Sara Owen

#25. Leisure is gone,
gone where the spinning-wheels are gone, and the pack-horses, and the slow wagons, and the peddlers, who brought bargains to the door on sunny afternoons.

George Eliot