St Bernard Quotes

#1. Let our prayers, then, be with St. Bernard: "Give me, O Lord, tribulations through life, that I may never be separated from Thee!" (Serm. 17 in Ps. 90).

Louis Of Granada

#2. Watching a baby being born is a little like watching a wet St. Bernard coming in through the cat door.

Jeff Foxworthy

#3. In my mind, this is what I look like: A giant St. Bernard, huffing and panting with sloppy drool falling out of my mouth, whimpering, like I need to lick and taste a giant bone inches from my face. He can be my giant bone. Oh. My. God. Bone.

Jay McLean

#4. How impervious to things spiritual, my heart!" cries a St. Bernard. "No savor in pious reading, no pleasure in meditation nor in prayer!

Alfonso Maria De Liguori

#5. No. Not for saving my life. Besides, that's in your canine DNA. Like a St. Bernard."

"A whirlwind of deadly blows," she reminded him.

Shelly Laurenston

#6. Better than anything you've come up with," Jacob answered, his human voice startling me. "Go fetch a space heater," he grumbled. "I'm not a St. Bernard.

Stephenie Meyer

#7. Think not that when thou art dry and darksom in the presence of God, with faith and silence, that thou do'st nothing, that thou losest time, and that thou are idle, because not to wait on God, according to the saying of St. Bernard (Tom.5.in Fract. de vit. solit.c.8.p. 90.), is the greatest idleness

Miguel De Molinos

#8. On planes I always cry. Something about altitude, the lack of oxygen and the bad movies. I cried over a St. Bernard movie once on a plane. That was really embarrassing.

Michael Stipe

#9. Though her husband often went on business trips, she hated to be left alone.
"I've solved your problem," he said. "I've bought you a St. Bernard. Its name is Great Reluctance. Now, when I go away, you shall know that I am leaving you with Great Reluctance!"
She hit him with a waffle iron.

Charles M. Schulz

#10. prisoners come across to us. They seem nervous and fearful, though most of them are big fellows with beards - they look like meek, scolded, St. Bernard dogs. They slink about

Erich Maria Remarque

#11. St. Bernard said, 'Every word one writes smites the Devil.

Lillian Stewart Carl

#12. Maybe the siren was was a fire truck? Mercer couldn't see one anywhere, but like some bounding St. Bernard of the metaphysical, he couldn't quite let go of the belief that there must be an objective reality out there, beyond his own head.

Garth Risk Hallberg

#13. Nothing can work me damage except myself," said St. Bernard.

Maxwell Maltz

#14. There was a big old St. Bernard went rabid downstate a couple of years ago and killed four people.

Stephen King

#15. I have a St. Bernard named B.

Heather O'Rourke

#16. My contention is that that style is just as stylized as an ornate style.

Rick Moody

#17. Is it dead?' said Gurder.
'It can't die! It's existed for thousands of years!'
Gurder shook his head. 'Sounds like a good reason for dying,' he said.

Terry Pratchett

#18. Whether you like the look or not, that tailcoat is a tough shell, a suit of armour. The posh boy is a hardy species.

Laura Wade

#19. 1 Let every aperson be in subjection to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except bfrom God, and those which exist are established by God. 2Therefore he who resists authority has opposed the ordinance of God; and they who have opposed will receive condemnation upon themselves.

Anonymous

#20. It's one thing to ask your bank manager for an overdraft to buy 500 begonias for the borders in Haslemere, but quite another to seek financial succour to avail oneself of the 5-2 they're offering on lie de Bourbon for the St Leger.

Jeffrey Bernard

#21. I never had the opportunity to play a Latino character that is seen in a heroic, smart way.

Ray Santiago

#22. Of a little thing a little displeaseth.

George Herbert

#23. You're such a cynic," Molly said. "I think cynics are playful and cute.

Jim Butcher

#24. St George!' the English shouted, but the saint must have been sleeping for he gave the attackers no help.

Bernard Cornwell

#25. Tomorrow!" he said suddenly. His voice was high, but it carried clearly enough. "Tomorrow we fight! Tomorrow! The Feast of St John the Apostle!"
"Oh God," Leofric grumbled next to me, "up to our arsholes in more saints.

Bernard Cornwell