Robin Holy Quotes & Sayings

Your dead sleep quietly, at least, Captain, out of reach of sharks" "Yes, sir, of sharks and men. — Jules Verne

Joy is a fruit of the Holy Spirit, which is most greatly experienced in the heart of those willing to surrender all self-sufficiency: self-promotion, self-reliance, self-protection, and self-absorption: it is a gift given. — Robin M. Bertram

The word which gives the key to the national vice is waste. And people who are wasteful are not wise, neither can they remain young and vigorous. In order to transmute energy to higher and more subtle levels one must first conserve it. — Henry Miller

It is really rare to find someone you really, really love and that you want to spend your life with and all that stuff that goes along with being married. I am one of those lucky people. And I think she feels that way too. So the romantic stuff is easy because you want them to be happy. — Harry Connick Jr.

You know the one thing that's wrong with this country? Everyone gets a chance to have their fair say. — William J. Clinton

I feel fine. How about you? — Yuri Gagarin

Christianity is a daily supernatural experience with your Father God not a setof rules — Robin Bremer

You want to be a passionate leader who makes decisions that are based on belief and principle over those that are based on feeling. — Jon Gordon

It's 45 minutes after the game right now and I still don't want to take this jersey off. That's because I know that when I do it'll be for the last time ... — Brian O'Driscoll

It's just another of Robin's sayings. Like, 'Holy strawberries, Batman, we're in a jam! Or, Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it! — Karen Marie Moning

I have a really supportive, great group of friends, and we all push each other. They come to my shows, I go to their premieres; it's wonderful. — Elle King

They preferred writing about great men to writing about great hills; but they sat on the great hills to write it. They gave out much less about Nature, but they drank in, perhaps, much more. They painted the white robes of their holy virgins with the blinding snow, at which they had stared all day. They blazoned the shields of their paladins with the purple and gold of many heraldic sunsets. The greenness of a thousand green leaves clustered into the live green figure of Robin Hood. The blueness of a score of forgotten skies became the blue robes of the Virgin. The inspiration went in like sunbeams and came out like Apollo. — G.K. Chesterton

Ryodan says softly, "Holy strawberries, Dani, we're in a jam."
I look at him like he's sprouted two heads. Holy strawberries? In a jam? Even Barrons looks stumped.
He continues, "But don't worry. Holy priceless collection of Etruscan snoods - you really butchered that one, by the way - I've got it in the bag. How about this one: holy borrowing bibliophile, let's book. — Karen Marie Moning

Even if she'd wanted to, she couldn't look away as he approached. His eyes held hers with commanding authority and she never backed down from a challenge. Forget that their azure color was crystal clear and they held a sort of animal magnetism. If Tess didn't know better, she'd say he wanted to devour her. Holy shit. — Robin Bielman

Holy psychotic PCs, Robin, we've a murderous MacBook on the loose! — Karen Marie Moning

We all are like filthy rags in the site of God; not one clean enough, good enough, righteous enough, to stand before a holy God. — Robin Bertram

Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flow'rs do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
Call unto his funeral dole
The ant, the field-mouse and the mole,
To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm,
And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm,
But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men,
For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Let holy Church receive him duly,
Since he paid the church-tithes truly. — John Webster

One who practices the yoga of love is like child. When the child has a problem, it cries. When it cries, someone comes and helps the child. — Frederick Lenz

Many new churches, I regret to say, can be described from the design point of view only as holy terrors. — Robin Boyd

For many years, Sierra had compared the Holy Spirit to the wind, as it said the the Bible, noting that it was always there, no matter how faint the breeze. The wind went where it wanted to go, and its path was easy to detect because it moved objects and people. But no one had ever seen the wind. — Robin Jones Gunn