Tara Rides Quotes

Granted, she was obviously one lick away from riding the short bus

Granted, she was obviously one window lick away from riding the short bus, but that knowledge did nothing to ease my mind.

I sure didn’t want to try to take a ride on that pony only to find out he had no more get up and go.

In the space of a moment, he had accepted our claim to ride him, to his being ridden. He had accepted the world as it was, in which he was an owned thing. He had never been feral, so he could not hear the maddening call of that other world, on the mountain, in which he could not be owned, could not be ridden.

we need to actively direct our brain to move away from prioritizing these unconscious biases, and to being more open, flexible and courageous about pushing ourselves towards our goals and choices that feel “new” and “dangerous.” Focusing on what we do want rather than what we need to avoid in order to survive will mean we are more likely to manifest it (in the same way that if you’re mountain biking, you should never look at the potholes and boulders you don’t want to ride over, but instead focus on the path through them).

The “A” List Series Book 1: All The Pretty Lights Book 2: The Harder They Fall

pages of books--he steps inside magical stories, inviting readers to come along for the ride. Witty verse and verse and fantastical

THE CHIANTI KISSES SERIES Book #1: BABY V Book #2: BOSS Book #3: BETRAYED   MY SOUL TO WAKE Book #1: STAIN   THE BADGE BOYS SERIES Book #1: PRETTY BOY Book #2: DARK WEB   THE “A” LIST SERIES Book #1: ALL THE PRETTY LIGHTS

THE BADGE BOYS SERIES Book #1: PRETTY BOY Book #2: DARK WEB   THE

I swear I just died a little.

We ran across town, like Little Red Riding Hood and her wolf.

The scenery is the only good thing I can say about the bus ride,” Ally answers. “I can’t wait until we get to the inn.” Running her fingers through her short, unruly red hair, she stretches dramatically before flattening the wrinkles in her shirt. The spunky pre-teen stands a couple inches shorter than Sam. The freckles that run across the bridge of her nose, combined with her blue eyes, give away her Irish heritage.

…at night, ‘round the campfire, we laugh and we sing. We’re here at Camp Whispering Pines, where everything is green. So come on and join us, for the time of your life. We’ll hike, and ride and swim and sing all night…that’s right!

Dax’s hands were everywhere. Mine were wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading into his scalp and holding on for dear life as he took my body on the ride of its life.

Saddles would be nice,” I said. “But they aren’t necessary. More harnesses and rope are always a good thing though.” “Why aren’t the saddles necessary?” Anna asked with a raised brow. “Well riding bareback will teach you all to ride very carefully,” I told her. “When you don’t have a saddle, the horse feels everything so you’re more aware of your movements.” “Oh,” she nodded. “Does it hurt more though?” “No,” I laughed. “I mean saddles are more comfortable I suppose, but I prefer bareback.” “Oh, I know,” the redhead said, and she gave me a wink. “Me too.” “Will the bareback jokes ever end?” I chuckled. “Yes,” she grinned. “When they stop being funny, but that might take a while.” “You might have to warn Tara when the time comes,” I laughed.

I don’t care what my group is called.” “What if we went with rainbow unicorns or some shit like that?” Paige asked. “Doesn’t matter to me,” Rolly said. “There’s no one left to tease me so why should I care?” “I dunno, I might have a few things to say,” I chuckled. “What, unicorns aren’t tough enough for you?” Anna teased. “I think they might be too tough for me,” I said with a grin. “I’ve got nothing on a unicorn. Those things are majestic and powerful.” “Sounds just like you,” Bailey said. “Yeah, and that’s not all you have in common with a unicorn,” Tara said. “Oh yeah?” I raised an eyebrow and glanced back at the platinum blonde. “I wouldn’t hesitate to ride either of you,” Tara said with a smirk. “Alright then,

So, when can we ride them?” Tara grinned at me. “Let’s give them a rest for today,” I laughed. “Alright,” Tara pouted. “What are their names?” Bailey asked. “We figured you could name them since I named Winchester,” Paige said with a smile. “How about Buttercup?” Tara smiled. “That’s the most cliché horse name ever,” Anna laughed at the platinum blonde.

Similarly, not all of us approach goal-setting in a striving manner, but we've probably all had the experience of feeling like “everything is riding on this.