Pastoral Resources

My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.

You have to stay in shape. My grandmother, she started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 today and we don't know where the hell she is.

I ain't what I used to be, but who the hell is?

Pride the first peer and president of hell.

At one time, whenever the hell it was, they wanted a character to come in and stir up the pot. They brought me in for 8-10 episodes and said we'll try it for that.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

I had to fight like hell to convince people I was beautiful in my own Polish half-breed way.

Eskimo: 'If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?' Priest: 'No, not if you did not know.' Eskimo: 'Then why did you tell me?"

I can walk into a bookstore and hand over my credit card and they don't know who the hell I am. Maybe that says something about bookstore clerks.

Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.

We'll take a five-minute break while I go give myself hell.

It is, I think, harder for women. I haven't quite figured it out, and all of my women friends haven't figured it out -how the hell do you do this? How do you work and have families?

Why can't everybody leave everybody else the hell alone.

Without tolerance, our world turns into hell.

In Houston everyone owns guns and uses 'em - sometimes just for the hell of it.

A worker's paradise is a consumer's hell.

Hell, there are no rules here - we're trying to accomplish something.

No matter that patriotism is too often the refuge of scoundrels. Dissent, rebellion, and all-around hell-raising remain the true duty of patriots.

I am the epitome of a walking contradiction for various reasons, only one of which being that I feel my existence is of heaven and hell.

I've gone through hell and back.