O Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with O. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Oh, Westley, I didn’t mean that, I didn’t, I didn’t, not a single syllabub of it.”
Now Westley knew that she meant to say “not a single syllable of it,” because a syllabub was something you ate, with cream and wine mixed in together to form the base. But he also knew an apology when he heard one. So he held her very close, and shut his loving eyes, and only whispered, “I knew it was false, believe me, every single syllabub.”
“Oh what a friend chance can be — when it chooses.”
“Oh what a happy soul am I although I cannot see, I am resolved that in this world contented I shall be. How many blessings I enjoy that other people don't. To weep and sigh, because I'm blind? I cannot and I won't.”
Source: Fanny J. Crosby: An Autobiography
“Oh, what a joy it is!
One feet of my Master
On my chest,
Other feet resting,
On my head.
Oh, Pure Bliss!”
Source: On My Way To Infinity: A Seeker's Poetic Pilgrimage
“Oh what a mad business, no good can come of it, only chaos, and not just chaos but evil. How did we gradually get entangled in such a terribly dangerous shambles!”
Source: The Green Knight
“Oh what a pity it happens to be Davey's day for getting drunk. I long to tell him, he will be so much interested.”
Source: Love in a Cold Climate
“Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.”
Source: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962
“Oh! what a potent instrument for Satan is a misguided conscience(93)!”
Source: The Saints' Everlasting Rest
“Oh what a tangled web's resultant, when first we hire a weaving consultant.”
“Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.”
Source: Marmion
“Oh what a to-do to die today at a minute or two to two,
a thing distinctly hard to say, but harder still to do.
We'll beat a tattoo at twenty to two,
a rat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat tat-tat-tattoo,
and the dragon will come when he hears the drum!
at a minute or two to two today at a minute or two to two.”
“Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.”
Source: Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry
“Oh, what a wonderful thing light is and how our ancestors must have cherished it. I felt something of their awe and wonder at the lift it gave my soul.”
“Oh, what a world we make,
oppressor and oppressed.
Our world--
this violent ghetto, slum
of the spirit raging against itself.
We hate kill destroy
in the name of human good
our killing and our hate destroy.”
Source: Collected Poems
“Oh what an ill fate it was that has made me love that man.”
Source: The Message To The Planet
“Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?”
“Oh, what can’t you men talk about love! You seem to think that any one of you is worth giving up all that a woman has lived for.”
Source: Clash
“Oh, what did it matter? This night, this glow, the cessation of anxiety and the sense that if living was not purposeful it was, at any rate, essentially romantic!”
Source: The Beautiful and Damned
“Oh what fools we mortals are.”
“Oh, what had she done?"
He'd startled her; that was the problem. It was all his fault he was lying on the ground, looking rather cherub like, his blond hair curling about his ears, his bright blue eyes closed now, his masculine lips parted slightly as he slept the sleep of the dead.
She studied his masculine lips. And thought just how much havoc she could wreak if she kissed him. Served him right for startling her so.
Without analyzing whether she should do it, and just because she could, she pressed her mouth against his and gently kissed his lips, meaning only to give a quick peck and that was it....
His lips curved up under hers and for a second, she thought he was awake, smiling at her kissing him....
Her thoughts reverted to the kiss and immediately the human faery tale Sleeping Beauty and the prince giving the princess a kiss to wake her sprang to mind. Why ever did humans make up such nonsense anyway?”
Source: The Winged Fae
“Oh, what have I to do with time?”
“Oh! What honour for the female sex! It is perfectly obvious that God has special regard for it when all these wretched people who destroyed the whole Kingdom – now recovered and made safe by a woman, something that 5000 men could not have done – and the traitors [have been] exterminated. Before the event they would scarcely have believed this possible.”
Source: Ditié de Jehanne d'Arc
“Oh what idiots we have all been, this is just as it must be”
“Oh, what is brighter than the light?
What is darker than the night?
What is keener than an axe?
What is softer than melting wax?
Truth is brighter than the light,
Falsehood darker than the night.
Revenge is keener than an axe,
And love is softer than melting wax.”
Source: Clockwork Princess
“Oh, what nonsense! It's rather the other way around: you can be happy with someone only when you're capable of being happy by yourself.”
Source: Per sempre
“Oh what people of God we ought to be; and grace can make us so!”
“Oh what remorse we shall feel at the end of our lives, when we look back upon the great number of instructions and examples afforded by God and the Saints for our perfection, and so carelessly received by us! If this end were to come to you today, how would you be pleased with the life you have led this year?”
“Oh, what shrivelled teachers are we to things,
Which have succeeded at eternal youth.”
Source: Sonnets to Orpheus
“Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action? How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever.”
Source: Something Wicked This Way Comes
“Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of Time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action? How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can’t hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring.”
“Oh, what the hell." She stepped in and pressed the button.
Maybe using the word hell was her mistake. The doors closed and then opened again, filling with smoke that wound its way around her shoulders and down her body before she could react. She found herself being pulled forward.
Hades's face suddenly appeared inches from her own. "Hello there, Meg-let. Miss me?”
Source: Go the Distance
“Oh, what the ocean did to a man. How unmatched it was. One could competitively build a giant castle made of sand or even hire architects to construct a true castle by the shore made of rocks and furnish its enormous insides with crystals. Yet plop him closer to the sea and within seconds, he will yield and feel as dumb as any other measly man lost at land.”
Source: A Happy Ghost
“Oh what would Rome be without a plot?”
“Oh what wow is the colour pink! Butterflies dance as the winds blink. Look now in March, the tree sticks lean. Shielding Kyoto's landscape, all pink, little green. Pink is the colour of Sakura so awesome! Can you guess the name? You are right, it's Cherry Blossom!”
“Oh what's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart
When a heart can be broken”
“Oh when I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
And now the fancy passes by,
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that
I Am quite myself again.”
“Oh when our hope be shaken
Oh when the trouble be overtaken
Oh when the storm be a token
Oh when yet, we understand the solemn ways of our Maker
Then shall our peace within be awaken
Then shall our peace within be awaken
Oh when the peace we want, dwindles!
Oh when the life we want is found in the shackles!
Oh when the paradox of sleeplessness, makes us marvel!
Oh when yet, we are shown the solemn path of our lives.
Then shall our peace within be unshaken
Then shall our peace within be unshaken
Oh when the storms of life
seem to triumph over our lives
Oh when the relation with our maker
shakes at the appearance of the light
Oh when life, shows its hazardous side.
Oh when yet, we understand the solemn ways of God.
Then shall our peace within be unshaken
Then shall our peace within be unshaken
Oh when we rest in the belly of troubles
Oh when our skill seems not working
Oh when the test seems not ending
Oh when yet, we understand the solemn path of God
Then shall our peace within be unshaken
Then shall our peace within be unshaken
Oh when we are entangled
in the worsened economic life
Oh when the hurdles of life
escalates to the apex in might
Oh when our strength cannot be our might
Oh when yet, we are shown the solemn path of our lives
Then shall our peace within be unshaken
Then shall our peace within be unshaken
Oh when our achievements, be at the apex
Oh when our joy, be made perfect
Oh when we sleep soundly in fervent
Oh when yet, we understand the solemn paths of God
Then shall our peace within be unshaken
Then shall our peace within be unshaken”
“Oh where is the noble face of modesty, or the strength of virtue, now that blasphemy is in power and men have put justice behind them, and there is no law but lawlessness, and none join in fear of the gods?”
Source: Iphigenia in Aulis
“Oh where, oh where had Snow White gone? She'd found it easy, being pretty To hitch a ride into the city.”
“Oh while I live, to be the ruler of life, not a slave, to meet life as a powerful conqueror, and nothing exterior to me will ever take command of me.”
“Oh! Who am I?
I am the flower,
God is the fragrance.
I am the candle,
He is the flame.”
“Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?”
Source: Collected Poems
“Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)
“Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.”
“oh why, at such moments does one's breathing become laboured? Why, by what magic, by what mysterious caprice does the pulse quicken, do tears gush forth from the dreamer's eyes, his pale, moist cheeks burn as his entire being fills with such irresistible delight? Why do whole sleepless nights pass by like a single instant in inexhaustible merriment and happiness, and when the dawn's rosy ray shines through the windows and the daybreak illumines the gloomy room with its dubious fantastic light, such as we have in Petersburg, why does our dreamer, exhausted and weary, throw himself on his bed and fall asleep, his tormented and overwhelmed spirit trembling with ecstasy, while his hear aches with a sweet agony?”
Source: White Nights
“Oh why can't the neuro-bliss of a coming new year, last longer than Christmas cheer?”
Source: Out With The Old TREND INTO YOUR NEW
“Oh, why did nobody warn me?" cried Grimes in agony. "I should have been told. They should have told me in so many words. They should have warned me about Flossie, not about the fires of hell. I've risked them, and I don't mind risking them again, but they should have told me about marriage. They should have told me that at the end of that gay journey and flower-strewn path were the hideous lights of home and the voices of children.”
Source: decline and fall
“Oh, why did people have to be seperated before they understood how much they meant to each other?”
Source: Children of the River
“Oh why do we not say the important things, it would be so easy, and we are damned because we do not.”
Source: Poems, 1913-1956
“Oh, why does college have to happen to perfectly good people?”
Source: The Hidden Oracle