Quotes About Bernard

They do not understand that that I have to effect different transitions; have to cover the entrances and exits of several different men who alternately act their parts as Bernard.

Female murderers get sheaves of offers of marriage.

yesterday someone sent a message that was signed GOD! bernard said. really? dap said. i didn't know he was signed onto the system

The boy whose arm he had broken was out for vengeance. His name, Ender quickly learned, was Bernard. He spoke his own name with a French accent, since the French, with their arrogant Separatism, insisted that the teaching of Standard not begin until the age of four, when the French language patterns were already set. His accent made him exotic and interesting; his broken arm made him a martyr; his sadism made him a natural focus for all those who loved pain in others.

Together they read the message. COVER YOUR BUTT. BERNARD IS WATCHING. —GOD Bernard went red with anger. "Who did this!" he shouted. "God," said Shen.

Marching constantly around every boy's desk was this message: I LOVE YOUR BUTT. LET ME KISS IT. —BERNARD "I didn't write that message!" Bernard shouted.

These are small things; I am coming to things of greater importance, but which seem smaller, because they are more common.' — Bernanrd of of Clairvaux

Fred! the nurse said, though they had never met. How are we today? Reading the nurse's name tag, Mr. Bennet replied with fake enthusiasm, Bernard! We're mourning the death of manners and the rise of overly familiar discourse. How are you?

Reading the nurse's name tag, Mr. Bennet replied with fake enthusiasm, "Bernard! We're mourning the death of manners and the rise of overly familiar discourse. How are you?

There are so many things I've done that the world of boxing has witnessed. It's going to be difficult for the boxing people to pick one of my performances as the best.

Idiots are always in favour of inequality of income (their only chance of eminence), and the really great in favour of equality.

Oscar De La Hoya and Bernard Hopkins is an event where actors and actresses will come out, and I give all credit to Oscar for that.

I hate performers who debase great works of art; I long for their annihilation.

Government is the art of the momentary feasible, of the least bad attainable, and not of the rationally most desirable.

If you can say a thing with one stroke, unanswerably you have style; if not, you are at best a marchande de plaisir; a decorative litt

Tavi looked wildly around the courtyard, and when his gaze flicked toward them, his face lit witha ferocious smile. Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard! he shouted, pointing at Doroga. He followed me home! Can we keep him?

Tavi looked wildly around the courtyard, and when his gaze flicked toward them, his face lit with a ferocious smile. "Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard!" he shouted, pointing at Doroga. "He followed me home! Can we keep him?

Neither Gauguin nor Bernard has written again. I think that Gauguin doesn't care a damn about it, because it isn't going to be done at once, and I for my part, seeing that Gauguin has managed to muddle along by himself for six months, am ceasing to believe in the urgent necessity of helping him.

Bernard always had a few prayers in the hall and some whiskey afterwards as he was rarther pious.

Not long after we started working for him I asked Bernard if he thought Thatcher was evil,'I said. 'He said it was like asking what jazz is.

Benedict and Bernard and the other true monastic peacemakers of history have been effective because they have acted from a deep source of peace within themselves, dating a context for peace. This is the contribution a Christian man or woman of peace can make.

Two unusual examples of the Gemini type in the field of letters are Dante and Bernard Shaw. Dante wrote his Inferno so that he could show in luminous verbiage all his enemies roasting in the pits of perdition. The Shavian humor has about it the bite of shallowness. It is not the deep laughter of the gods who understand all, but the shallow titillating laughter of mortals who understand not even themselves.

I knew a girl so ugly, she had a face like a saint-a Saint Bernard!

Historian Bernard DeVoto later called 1846 "the year of decision." Not all the decisions proved wise.