I’m no saint, and I don’t want to come across like one, but there is not a day that goes by that I’m not doing something for someone else with a very large chunk of my time.
All the drawings and sketches and clothes of Yves Saint Laurent in the ’70s were so colorful, so bright.
I’m regarded as the patron saint of manicurists.
About the Saint’s amorous adventures, by the way, I can’t speak so brazenly.
My mom was a saint. She taught me to be terminally nice.
The way the team and the community embraced us when we first arrived, and the way they continue to do so, even today, shows how deep this connection is. I’m honored to be a part of this organization and so proud to retire as a New Orleans Saint.
The hard thing about ‘The Saint’ was that my character was supposed to die, but then they reshot the ending based on tests and she lives. I created the character based on her dying – she would never have been as innocent otherwise. So I didn’t have high expectations for that film.
No saint in the world lived like the great saint Ramana Maharishi. They say Jesus Christ was resurrected and rose again from the dead. But there’s no proof of it. Ramana Maharishi is the only Mahan who has resurrected in life, and that, too, at the age of 16.
Character in a saint means the disposition of Jesus Christ persistently manifested.
The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
I like Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent. I have some great Balenciaga jackets and I’m shoe crazy.
I was a big fan of the more Mexican-based wrestlers when I started watching WCW, and I saw guys like Silver King, Eddie Guerrero, and Rey Mysterio. And where I come from, we have this European heritage with World of Sport with guys like Johnny Saint, Johnny Kidd, ‘Rollerball’ Mark Rocco, Robbie Brookside.
A saint serves others, knowing that the more one serves, the greater the opportunity for the Spirit to sanctify and purify.
Sometimes I’m in the mood to wear crazy stuff, like a shirtless look with a Saint Laurent suit.
He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil.
Johnny Saint is someone who I studied as a kid.
I shot this wonderful picture called American Saint a couple of years ago, which is still looking for release.
A man does not have to be an angel in order to be saint.
I think, in the grand epic, Jesus is the hero of our stories. And our stories, as they were, are subplots in a grand epic and our job is not to be the hero of any story. Our job is to be a saint in a story that he is telling.
Just the title of ‘American Idol’ is something that people can look up to. I’m not Saint Scott, I’m not Mr. Perfect, but I want to be that role model.
Who needs to graduate from Central Saint Martins in London or New York’s Fashion Institute of Technology when a homemade outfit can go viral on YouTube with millions of hits?
I first met Solange at a party for her gorgeous and inspiring website, Saint Heron. I’d already had so many phases of listening exclusively to 2012’s ‘True’ and admired her activism and radiant style.
Saint Mochua was the son of a certain Cronan, of noble race, and spent his youth in fighting. At the age of thirty, he laid aside his arms and burnt a house, with all its contents, which had been given to him by his uncle, saying that a servant of Christ should take nothing from sinners.
I replaced Jim Garner in ‘Maverick.’ I replaced George Sanders in ‘The Saint.’ I’ve replaced everybody.
In the world, there are countless Sadhus, Mahatmas, Mahapurushas, Saints, Yogis, and Walis, though the number of genuine ones is very, very limited. I am neither a Mahatma nor a Mahapurush, neither a Sadhu nor a Saint, neither a Yogi nor a Wali. I am the ancient One. The Highest of the High!
Bob Weir calls me a saint, but I’m ‘Saint Misbehavin’.’ They’re making a documentary about my life, and that’s the current shooting title. I can roll with that, but otherwise the s-word makes me really paranoid.
Haute couture is a legitimate subject for Yves Saint Laurent and could resume one day.
I remember taking my makeup off at a Saint Laurent shoot, and I was dragging it across my eye. The makeup artist was like, ‘Don’t do that to your skin! Don’t pull it like that!’ And I’m like, ‘Really?’
I wanted to show that Martin Luther King was simply a human being, not a god, not a saint.
I just have more Yves Saint Laurent in my closet, but it is pretty much the same – I just wear black almost 365 days of the year. I am married to it.
I once stumped Jimmy Buffett by calling him a saint.
Every religious pioneer, including Jesus Christ, was persecuted by his contemporaries. But once people understand me, their turn can be dramatic like Saint Paul’s.
Nixon was no more a saint than he was a great president.
I have a Saint Laurent burgundy velvet jacket that has gold stars embroidered all over it and it’s my magic piece of clothing that makes me feel like a wizard or something.
I married a saint – well, a saint who curses.
Be a warrior when it comes to delivering on your ambitions. And a saint when it comes to treating people with respect, modeling generosity, and showing up with outright love.
The difference between a saint and a hypocrite is that one lies for his religion, the other by it.
The poorer people and criminals of Mexico who are not very religious but not quite atheists, either, worship Saint Death.
I’m not a saint. I’m not an angel. I’m a human being.
The more I had to act like a saint, the more I felt like being a sinner.
A silent man is easily reputed wise. A man who suffers none to see him in the common jostle and undress of life, easily gathers round him a mysterious veil of unknown sanctity, and men honor him for a saint. The unknown is always wonderful.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom’s school.
Nan Kempner wore one of the first Saint Laurent trouser suits to one of those fancy Madison Avenue restaurants and was denied access. She famously took off her pants and walked in wearing only the jacket. And it was that kind of revolution that was echoed in fashion and in life.
I’m such a Shangela fan. I think she exemplifies ‘Drag Race’ greatness. She’s like the Tiffany ‘New York’ Pollard of ‘Drag Race.’ She’s like a patron saint of reality TV.
Alexander Wang, Saint Laurent, Balmain, and Goyard are my designers of choice.
My ultimate goal is to become a saint.
Shawn Spears, he is a scumbag. He decided, after years of friendship with one of the greatest men to ever live Cody Rhodes, to waffle him with a chair. No one should be laying a finger on that man, he is a saint.
I knew him, but never felt that I got really close to Saint Laurent. But who really did? Betty Catroux, maybe.
I was the big, bossy older sister, full of enthusiasms, mad fantasies, desperate urges to be famous, and anxious to be a saint – a settled sort of saint, not one who might have to suffer or die for her faith.
You cannot make a sinner into a saint by killing him. He who does not live as a saint here will never live as a saint hereafter.
In death, you get upgraded into a saint no matter how much people hated you in life.
I love designers like Lanvin, Yves Saint Laurent and Karl Lagerfeld, but I also like the preppy look championed by Tommy Hilfiger.
I recommend for any basic course on the Beat Generation to familiarize yourself with ‘The Idiot,’ Prince Myshkin. He was Dostoyevsky’s idea of the most beautiful human being he could imagine, the creation of a saint in literature.
Others too would occasionally entertain and privately express such doubts; though we all had been most solemnly warned by the cruel murder of Saint Francis.
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