Pastoral Resources

Thank God we're living in a country where the sky's the limit, the stores are open late and you can shop in bed thanks to television.

I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.

I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was 'the man goes on top and the woman underneath.' For three years my husband and I slept in bunk beds.

There are pastors who won't go to people's sick beds. How can people of God turn their back on the sick, poor and hungry?

If you think you're too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito.

So I'm more at home with my backpack, sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane, than I am necessarily on a bed. It's weird being here. It feels like I'm standing next to my real life.

I wish I had as much in bed as I get in the newspapers.

I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.

Well, it so happens that I have had a spinal curvature since I was about thirteen and every once in a while that has given me some trouble, and at that time it began to kick up again. and occasionally I have to get into bed and nurse a severe backache.

Don't get married to an actress because they're also actresses in bed.

I'll promise to go easier on drinking and to get to bed earlier, but not for you, fifty thousand dollars, or two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars will I give up women. They're too much fun.

You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.

My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.

Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.

I promised to always bring up a glass of water to her before we go to bed, and she promised to never let me dress myself.

Be in the habit of getting up bright and early on the weekends. Why waste such precious time in bed?

As I grow older and older, And totter toward the tomb, I find that I care less and less, Who goes to bed with whom.

Well I was an asthmatic child. So that for most of my childhood I was in bed. Bedridden.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

Theses officers were good friends, so it must have been a terrible argument, because the one who played chess with my father was so angry that he walked over to the dentist's house and got the dentist out of bed and shot him.