O Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with O. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Oh, the reckless, unthinking cruelty of children! How they broke their mothers' hearts so casually.”
Source: Dele Weds Destiny
“Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.”
Source: The Laughing Muse
“Oh the Saint I would be if never I have erred.
It is easy to see the faults in another,
While forgetting ever that we have also stumbled.”
“Oh, the Simply Outrageous places you will go if you learn to save and invest your dough.”
Source: Teach Your Child About Money Through Play: 110+ Games/Activities, Tips, and Resources to Teach Kids Financial Literacy at an Early Age
“Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.”
“Oh the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow,
But the taste of a thumb
Is the sweetest taste yet
(As only we thumb-sucker's know).”
“Oh, the torment bred in the race,
the grinding scream of death
and the stroke that hits the vein,
the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,
the curse no man can bear.
But there is a cure in the house, and not outside it, no,
not from others but from them,
their bloody strife. We sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.
Now hear, you blissful powers underground --
answer the call, send help.
Bless the children, give them triumph now.”
Source: The Oresteia Trilogy: Agamemnon, the Libation-Bearers and the Furies
“Oh, the truth I must tell
Is I'm lonely as hell
Still looking for myself”
“Oh, the unintended consequences of perfidy!”
Source: A Mixture of Madness
“Oh, the vanity of plans! Our lives proceed regardless. All the things we work out in such minute detail slip away from us at the last moment, or change.”
Source: The Bells of Bruges
“Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.”
Source: Selections from Robert Browning
“Oh, the wizardry of history. All the people who have lived and died, the people whose stories have survived.”
Source: Passionately Curious
“Oh the wonderful knowledge to be found in the stars. Even the smallest things are written there ... if you had but skill to read.”
Source: A Benjamin Franklin Reader
“Oh, the wondrous places through which I wander:
woodlands, meadows, and green hillsides yonder.
I hike over mossy, meandering paths.
Dead branches serve nicely as walking staffs.
The sunset paints scenery crimson and gold.
Oh, wondrous nature dyed in colors bold.”
Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“Oh, there are little rhymes a mage might use to remember the sequence of what must be done, but the words themselves don't do a thing. You could write every 'spell' as high as a man on the barn wall, but if you don't have the power to start with, all you'd have is a strange rhyme. And a bad one at that".”
Source: The Blood King
“Oh, there are no living poets, Miss Van Damn. We're not entirely sure there ever were. They've found some shreds of sonnets in England and, embedded in a chalk wall of a cave in France, some yet undetermined thing which might be the legendary inward eye. But all evidence, such as it is, suggests that, if there ever were poets, they were all burned into extinction during the interglacial period of despair.”
Source: The Latent Heterosexual
“Oh, there are unrepeated words,
Who ever said wasted more than he should.
Inexhaustible only is the blue
Of sky and generosity of God.”
“Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.”
“Oh! There's a straw!" she exclaimed excitedly, pushing her face toward the straw and straight into the bush of blooming oregano, inhaling its fresh aroma as she sucked up a creamy warm liquid. It was a soup, but it took her a few minutes to figure out exactly what kind of soup--- it was sweet and buttery and soft. And then she placed it.
"Potato!" she cried, her eyes darting across the table to Eamon.
Eamon's eyes sparkled in return, and he submerged his face into the tiny herb garden. "Point proven, once again," he added, after coming up for air.
She tried to sip it slowly, savoring the sweet flavor and velvety texture, but it was too delicious.”
Source: Eat Post Like
“Oh these foolish men! They could not create so much as a worm, but they create gods by the dozens.”
“Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly, one small sideways look and I feel so ungood. Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make me feel the way I thought only my father could.”
“Oh these mathematicians make me tired! When you ask them to work out a sum they take a piece of paper, cover it with rows of A's, B's, and X's and Y's ... scatter a mess of flyspecks over them, and then give you an answer that's all wrong!”
“Oh, they don't allow the Bible in Heaven, Miss Mary...It contains far too much sex and violence.”
Source: Cherubs!
“Oh, this century of glowing light and barbed wire, primordial strength and abyss!”
Source: Ball and Hammer: Hugo Ball's Tenderenda the Fantast
“Oh this is reality, not a fable, that the Lord Jesus Christ is our friend. And we should not be satisfied until we are brought to this.”
“Oh, this isn't chivalry." Jase rached into the trunk of the car and retrieved another bag. "It's common courtesy, really." "And apparently modesty isn't dead either”
Source: The Importance of Getting Revenge
“Oh, this terrible second me, always seated whilst the other is on foot, acting, living, suffering, bestirring itself. This second me that I have never been able to intoxicate, to make shed tears, or put to sleep. And how it sees into things, and how it mocks!”
“Oh, this time I was doing the gossiping. You should really dismiss me for disloyalty, not to mention the disrespect I'm showing right now by talking to you like this.”
Source: In Pursuit of Love
“Oh, this was a cold day
In Peter's wonderful town!
The shadow grew dense, and the sundown
Like purple fire lay.
Let him not want my eyes fair
Prophetic and never-changing
All life long verse he'll be catching -
My conceited lips' empty prayer.”
“Oh, those are all our very best moments, when we’re wasting our lives. It’s an act of magnificent rebellion to do meaningless things, to waste time, to swim and drink soda and sleep late. To be silly and frivolous, to laugh at stupid little jokes and tell stupid little stories. Or to paint big paintings, the biggest you can manage, and to try to learn to whisper in color. To look for a way to show other people: this was me, these were my humans, these were our farts. These were our bodies, and they were small, far too small, because they couldn’t contain all our love.
That’s all of life. All we can hope for. You mustn’t think about the fact that it might end, because then you live like a coward, you never love too much or sing too loudly. You have to take it for granted, the artist thinks, the whole thing: sunrises and slow Sunday mornings and water balloons and another person’s breath against your neck. That’s the only courageous thing a person can do.”
Source: My Friends
“Oh, those hateful sods will never make it to Heaven. They’re all on an express elevator to the gay spit-roast dungeon in Hell. Within five minutes of kicking the bucket, they’ll have demon balls swollen with fiery spunk slapping off their shapeless chins.”
Source: Wannabes
“Oh, those people! Can you imagine what it must be for any one who has lived in a world where there was always creative work in the background, work with some dignity about it, men and women with professions or arts to follow, with ideals and things to believe in and quarrel about, some of them wealthy, some of them quite poor; can you think what it means to step out of that into another world where you have to be very rich, shamefully rich, to exist at all—where money is the only thing that counts and the first thing in everybody’s thoughts—where the men who make the millions are so jaded by the work, that sport is the only thing they can occupy themselves with when they have any leisure, and the men who don’t have to work are even duller than the men who do, and vicious as well; and the women live for display and silly amusements and silly immoralities; do you know how awful that life is? Of course I know there are clever people, and people of taste in that set, but they’re swamped and spoiled, and it’s the same thing in the end; empty, empty! Oh! I suppose I’m exaggerating, and I did make friends and have some happy times; but that’s how I feel after it all. The seasons in New York and London—how I hated them! And our house-parties and cruises in the yacht and the rest—the same people, the same emptiness.”
Source: Trent's Last Case
“Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.”
Source: Magic in the Backyard
“Oh, those who know hearts can guess how impoverished, stupid, helpless, presumptuous, and mistaken even the best and deepest love really is – how much more likely it is to destroy than to rescue!”
Source: Beyond Good and Evil
“Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.”
“Oh, thou big white God aloft there somewhere in yon darkness, have mercy on this small black boy down here; preserve him from all men that have no bowels to feel fear!”
Source: Moby Dick
“Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
And ev'n with Paradise devise the snake;
For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man
Is blackened - Man's forgiveness give and take!”
Source: The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
“Oh, thought Blue. So this is what I can't have.”
Source: The Dream Thieves
“Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!
One thing at least is certain - This Life flies;
One thing is certain and the rest is Lies -
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.”
Source: Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
“Oh thrice and four times happy... those who plant cabbages.”
“Oh thrice fools are we who like new-born princes weeping in the cradle know not that there is a kingdom before them then let our Lord's sweet hand square us and hammer us and strike off the knots of pride self-love and world-worship and infidelity that He may make us stones and pillars in His Father's house.”
Source: Extracts from the Letters of Samuel Rutherford
“Oh thumb,
I want a drink
it is dark,
where are the big people,
when will I get there...?”
Source: The death notebooks
“Oh Tigger, where are your manners?" "I don’t know, but I bet they’re having more fun than I am.”
“Oh Tillietudlem, no matter whaur I be,
Tillietudlem Castle 'll aye be dear tae me.
T'was there I met my Mary when first I went to see
Tillietudlem Castle and its bonny scenery.”
Source: Erchie, My Droll Friend
“Oh, time and again, Mrs. Drinker told me that one had to have a doctor and one had to go to a hospital to have a baby. I was finally persuaded to make one concession: the doctor. But go to a hospital--that was ridiculous. Why? What for? I wasn't sick.
In Europe you went to a hospital when you were dangerously sick, and many people died there, but babies were born at home.
Would they in the hospital allow my husband to sit at my bed-side? Could I hold his hand, look into his eyes? Could my family be in the next room, singing and praying? The answer to all these questions was “nо."
All right, that settled it. I tried to explain that a baby had to be born into a home, received by loving hands, not into a hospital, surrounded by ghostly-looking doctors and masked nurses, into the atmosphere of sterilizers and antiseptics. That's why I would ask the doctor to come to our house.”
Source: The Story of the Trapp Family Siingers
“Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.”
Source: A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN MAGGIE NOW
“Oh.” Timmie gave Bones a shy peek. “Are you Cathy’s brother?”
“Whatever would give you the idea that I’m her damn brother?” Bones snapped.”
Source: Halfway to the Grave
“Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!”
Source: Their Eyes Were Watching God
“Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn.”
Source: Flame and Shadow
“Oh to be my verse an answering gleam from higher radiance caught”
Source: The Ministry of Song