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Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
I'm not a betting man.
six black Cordelias
After a night of drinking, she would be a pale, starling-sized creature, but now, in this place, she is moonlight in heels.
Charles, I lost the bet.
Tante Isabelle says it's better to be bold than meek. She says if you jump off a cliff at least you'll fly before you fall.
Kitty, The "Secret Annexe
I never could have expected I'd lose so much of myself betting on you.
She took me to a mall yesterday"' Lachlain sounded as if he'd just stifled a shudder. "And she pointed to a boy and said, 'I think I want one.' So naturally, I start thinking, Where can I get a wee mortal? But she meant a bairn - our bairn.
Be careful, mon bijou.
Discount the obvious, bet on the unexpected
I don't like to gamble, but if there's one thing I'm willing to bet on, it's myself.
Go nowhere on a horse that fades.
Your petal from the salty rose
In the half-light through the drawn curtains she sits on her perch, relaxed, hooded, extraordinary. Formidable talons, wicked, curved black beak, sleek, cafe-au-lait front streaked thickly with cocoa-coloured teardrops, looking for all the world like some cappuccino samurai.
You'll always be Kitten to me...Livvie.
O you virtuous owle,
The wise Minerva's only fowle.
Some people play a horse to win, some to place. I should have bet this horse to live.
StocktontoMalone
DeFrees, a dealer in nineteenth-century watercolors who for all her stiff clothes and strong perfumes was a hugger and a cuddler, with the old-ladyish habit of liking
Gilly Gilleshpee
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
Mount You-Gotta-Be-Kidding-Me.
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
I wouldn't bet on a horse unless he came up to my house and told me to himself.
A dark horse riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winning post, his mane moonflowing, his eyeballs stars.
Rooster/Pisces: Likes shiny things.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
- If I tell you, will you let met go?
- You bet, partner. [ ... ]
- You promised!
- Nope. I said "you bet." You did ... and you lost.
My curiosity sister of larks.
In man's struggle against the world, bet on the world.
I swear on your life,
It's foolish to bet on a horse without talking to him first. I know it seems silly to ask a horse who's going to win a race - but it's no sillier than asking anyone else.
moonshadow, tall
Catharine Victoria Santoro di Valleria." Cat blinked. "Why are you 'full naming' me?
I like bets... my favourite ones are those in which food plays big role.
gin daisy, which
She went by the name of Belisa Crepusculario, not because she'd been born with it or baptized it, but because she herself had searched until she found the poetry of 'beauty' and 'twilight' and cloaked herself in it. She made her living selling words.
It is significant that while there is a word "profiteer" to stigmatize those who make allegedly excessive profits, there is no such word as "wageer" - or "losseer.
Chance favours the bold.
It's possible that the name Bettini came up at some point during a conversation with the German Cycling Federation's anti-doping commission, but I certainly didn't claim that he gave me any drugs. They made that up. Bettini warned me: If you said that, then things could get dangerous for you.
In thigh-high yellow leather boots Plump Saphonisba strides. Too bad that, just to hide her calves, Two calves have lost their hides.
All who have travelled through the delicious scenery of North Devon must needs know the little white town of Bideford, which slopes upwards from its broad tide-river paved with yellow sands, and many-arched old bridge, where salmon wait for Autumn floods, toward the pleasant upland on the west.
Who is this lady?" he asked me.
"Britomartis," I said. "The Lady of Nets."
Leo looked dubious. "Does that include basketball and the Internet?"
"Just hunting and fishing nets," I said.
Power of a stallion, and the innocence of a foal...
Wager: It's good to see you smiling.
Connor: There's not a whole hell of a lot to smile about. Some freak of nature attacked me today, my best friend has run off with the key, and I need to get laid.
coltish-looking,
I'm going to claim her so there's nothing to protect her from. I'll make her mine, fill her with my seed and it will plant there. She'll make an excellent mate and mother to my young."
-Brawn
Your sister Betsey Trotwood...
He that speaks ill of the mare will buy her.
As Blaise Pascal put it in his famous wager: "You have to wager. It is not up to you, you are already committed."7 You can't not bet your life on something. You can't not be headed somewhere. We live leaning forward, bent on arriving at the place we long for.
LAURA ATCHISON, Author of "What Would A Wise Woman Do?", on DANGEROUS ODDS by Marisa Lankester:
"Truth is always wilder than fiction.
Hold on to your hats and enjoy this page turning look inside the world of sports betting from a good girl gone bad for love.
BET, I'll never, never, ever forget them for this wonderful blessing they gave to me, to be on the 10th annual BET awards for my comeback.
Anyone who ever bet against you was wrong. Don't let their opinion blind you from your reality. You were not meant to live their life; LIVE yours!
Seek on high bare trails
Sky-reflecting violets...
Mountain-top jewels
Ladies and gentlemen, Princess Pink has officially brung it.
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
I'm a kibitzer with a broad portfolio.
I'd be willing to bet you, if I was a betting man, that I have never bet on baseball.
#Bellarke forever.
Victory is a fleeting thing in the gambling business. Today's winners are tomorrow's blinking toads, dumb beasts with no hope.
I'm an amused observer. I don't bet or gamble; that's the worst thing.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
"On Pat Hearne - He made money in stocks, and that made people ask him for advice. He would never give any. If they asked him point-blank for his opinion about the wisdom of their commitments he used a favorite race-track maxim of his: "You can't tell till you bet.""
What will this boaster produce worthy of this mouthing? The mountains are in labor; a ridiculous mouse will be born.
[Lat., Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu?
Parturiunt montes; nascetur ridiculus mus.]
Cutting through the roar of the wind, the goddess Nike screamed from the stables: YOU CAN DO BETTER, STORM! GIVE ME A HUNDRED AND TEN PERCENT!
What you mons making all the racket about? You wake me again and I'll put the voodoo hex on you. All you only call me Tuberculosis behind my back now. You want the real thing?" Sergeant "T. B" Tinkerbelle Bettina Jones.
If I'm not going to bet on myself, why would anyone else bet on me.
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
Think of me if you will as the Lady of Shalott ... who chooses to watch diligently the bright colours of her Web - to ply an industrious shuttle - to make - something - to close the Shutters and the Peephole too -
I've never been one to bet on the weather.
Never make bad predictions, especially about the futture.
Cat will have you staked in five seconds flat.
Leo: Rainbows. Very macho.
Annabeth: Butch is our best equestrian, he gets along great with the pegasi.
Leo: Rainbows, ponies ...
Butch: I'm gonna toss you off this chariot.
A black cat among roses,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.
It is dazed with moonlight,
contented with perfume ...
version of Amber.
Caballine likes me to be masterful. She calls me her stallion.
She has more names than petticoats.
Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.
Frobscottle is sweet and jumbly!
Beautee eneuch to mak a world to dote.
Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I've small cloth and rose water.
Im still betting on you. - Cinna.
flibbertigibbets - and
The Last Unicorn
I'm not a gambling-man. I have never bet a dollar in all my life.
predictably unpredictable
The Lark Ascending";
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
Gambling is legal and betting is legal, for what I bet.
What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.
Joseph Beringer ... dances around behind me singing some poorly rhymed and slightly dirty song about my [racing] odds at my skirts.
'I don't even wear skirts,' I snap at him.
'Especially,' he says, 'in my daydreams.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Black and portentous must this humour46 prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove. [140] Benvolio
Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider?
My name is Catbug. What's yours?
NIGHTINGALE The nightingale does not make his nest in a cage lest slavery be the lot of its chicks. BW-ST-122
Angleterre Hotel,