O Quotes
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“O sistema atual é um sistema em que os reguladores estão sempre a jogar à apanhada com os fabricantes de drogas. Perseguindo relatos de novas poções aqui e overdoses acolá, estão fadados a estarem sempre atrasados na deteção de substâncias prejudiciais.”
“O sistema capitalista tem um poder tão grande de cooptação que qualquer porcaria que anuncia vira imediatamente uma mania.”
Source: A Vida Não É Útil
“O sistema de produção privada manipula e intoxica o consumidor. Por requintados mecanismos de alienação publicitários, as aspirações e normas de comportamento das populações são controladas e integradas no sistema. Cria artificialmente, necessidades, modas, marcas, legendas, códigos sociais. O sistema de objectos é organizado como uma linguagem cujas leis nos são impostas pelos mestres do jogo económico, redundando tudo num grande desperdício colectivo, em prejuízo da satisfação de, por vezes, bem evidentes necessidades sociais.”
Source: Introdução às Ciências Sociais
“O Sisters, if we would only comprehend the fact that while the Eucharistic Species remain within us, Jesus is there and working in us inseparably with the Father and the Holy Spirit and therefore the whole Holy Trinity is there.”
“O, size bulmanız gereken cevaplardan ziyade, sormanız gereken soruları göstermeye gelmiş olabilir.”
Source: Sanmasınlar Yıkıldık
“O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free - Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some a-wrack, To never more come sailing back, Send any - all that skim the sea, But bring my love-ship home to me.”
Source: Picked Poems
“O sky above me, you modest, glowing sky! O you, my happiness before sunrise! Day is coming: so let us part!”
Source: Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“O slavish man! will you not bear with your own brother, who has God for his Father, as being a son from the same stock, and of the same high descent? But if you chance to be placed in some superior station, will you presently set yourself up for a tyrant?”
Source: The Moral Discourses of Epictetus
“O sleep! ridiculous mystery which makes faces appear so grotesque, you are the revealer of human ugliness. You uncover all shortcomings, all deformities and all defects. You turn every face touched by you into a caricature.”
Source: 88 Short Stories
“O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?”
“O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.”
“O sleep! O sleep!
Do not forget me. Sometimes come and sweep,
Now I have nothing left, thy healing hand
Over the lids that crave thy visits bland,
Thou kind, thou comforting one.
For I have seen his face, as I desired,
And all my story is done.
O, I am tired.”
Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow
“O sleep, O gentle sleep, I thought gratefully, Nature's gentle nurse.”
“O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?”
“O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep;
Thou bearest angels to us in the night,
Saints out of heaven with palms.
Seen by thy light
Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep;
Love is a pouting child.”
Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow
“O sleepers! what a thing is slumber! Sleep resembles death. Ah, why then dost thou not work in such wise as that after death thou mayst retain a resemblance to perfect life, when, during life, thou art in sleep so like to the hapless dead?”
Source: The notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci
“O slender as a willow-wand! O clearer than clear water!
O reed by the living pool! Fair River-daughter!
O spring-time and summer-time, and spring again after!
O wind on the waterfall, and the leaves' laughter!”
Source: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING
“O smilujte se uzmite natrag
Slobodu koju ste mi darovali”
Source: Vatra i ništa
“O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!”
“O, soare balcanic, revărsat peste văile şi dealurile moldave, o, acele iubiriscurte, scînteietoare, istovitoare, cît de mult aduceţi voi în scurta noastră trecere pe acest pămînt, şi cît de mult luaţi cu voi pentru a nu le mai întoarce niciodată...”
Source: Frunze de dor
“O socialismo, tal como apresentado agora, não é atraente sobretudo porque parece, pelo menos visto de fora, um brinquedo de malucos excêntricos, doutrinários, bolcheviques de salão, e assim por diante. Mas vale a pena lembrar que isso só é assim porque os malucos excêntricos, doutrinários etc. tiveram permissão de chegar lá primeiro; se o movimento fosse invadido por gente com um cérebro melhor e com mais senso de decência comum, os tipos questionáveis cessariam de dominá-lo. No momento, tudo o que podemos fazer é cerrar os dentes e ignorá-los; eles vão parecer muito menores depois que o movimento tiver sido humanizado.”
Source: The Road to Wigan Pier
“O socialismo é o fantasioso irmão mais jovem do quase decrépito despotismo, do qual quer herdar; suas aspirações são, portanto, no sentido mais profundo, reacionárias. Pois ele deseja uma plenitude de poder estatal como só a teve alguma vez o despotismo, e até mesmo supera todo o passado por aspirar ao aniquilamento formal do indivíduo: o qual lhe aparece como um injustificado luxo da natureza e deve ser transformado e melhorado por ele em um órgão da comunidade adequado a seus fins.”
“O sofrimento e a dor são sempre essenciais para ampliar a consciência e aprofundar os sentimentos.”
Source: Crime and Punishment
“O sofrimento! Mas é a causa única da consciência! Eu vos declarei, é verdade, no início, que, a consciência, na minha opinião, é um dos maiores males do homem; mas sei que o homem a ama e não a trocará por nenhuma satisfação, seja qual for.”
Source: Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead
“O sofrimento é certo e chegará a seu tempo. - Dumbledore”
“O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,—
Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
To Sleep”
Source: The Complete Poems
“O sol brilhava imponente acima da sua cabeça e parecia mais uma afronta à tempestade que fizera na noite anterior, atrasando em um dia a sua chegada àquele lugar. Sentia o pouco de pele exposta queimando com os raios que a atingiam, e a sua boca ansiava por água à medida que o suor escorria por debaixo da sua blusa, fazendo-a grudar em suas costas. Talvez o inferno estivesse mais fresco do que aquele buraco.”
Source: Raízes, Lendas & Sangue - Uma Releitura do Folclore Brasileiro
“O Sol, pequenina borboleta amarela se pincelando em trotes irregulares e, distâncias; veio me acordar esta manhã.”
Source: Caro Jovem Adulto
“O sol é como um bailarino no palco. Todos os dias ele nos apresenta o mais lindo espetáculo. Mesmo assim, poucos param para ver e aplaudir.”
Source: Quero ser Beth Levitt
“O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—
Nature’s observatory—whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,
Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.”
Source: The Complete Poems
“O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings”
Source: The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a Life
“O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,-- Nature's observatory--whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.”
Source: Keats: 'Ode to a Nightingale' and Other Poems
“O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.”
“O Solon, Solon, you Hellenes are but children. [...] There is no old doctrine handed down among you by ancient tradition nor any science which is hoary with age, and I will tell you the reason behind this. There have been and will be again many destructions of mankind arising out of many causes, the greatest having been brought about by earth-fire and inundation. Whatever happened either in your country or ours or in any other country of which we are informed, any action which is noble and great or in any other way remarkable which has taken place, all that has been inscribed long ago in our temple records, whereas you and other nations did not keep imperishable records. And then, after a period of time, the usual inundation visits like a pestilence and leaves only those of you who are destitute of letters and education. And thus you have to begin over again as children and know nothing of what happened in ancient times either among us or among yourselves.'
'As for those genealogies of yours which you have related to us, they are no better than tales of children; for in the first place, you remember one deluge only, whereas there were a number of them. And in the next place there dwelt in your land, which you do not know, the fairest and noblest race of men that ever lived of which you are but a seed or remnant. And this was not known to you because for many generations the survivors of that destruction made no records.'
[Spoken by a priest of Egypt]”
Source: Timaeus
“O som do vinil é mais cheio, rechonchudo. [quando comparado com o digital]”
Source: Cavalos selvagens nao existem mais
“O SON OF MAN! For everything there is a sign. The sign of love is fortitude under My decree and patience under My trials.”
“O SON OF MAN! I loved thy creation, hence I created thee. Wherefore, do thou love Me, that I may name thy name and fill thy soul with the spirit of life.”
“O SON OF MAN! My calamity is My providence, outwardly it is fire and vengeance, but inwardly it is light and mercy. Hasten thereunto that thou mayest become an eternal light and an immortal spirit. This is My command unto thee, do thou observe it.”
“O Son of Spirit! My first counsel is this: Possess a pure, kindly and radiant heart, that thine may be a sovereignty ancient, imperishable and everlasting.”
“O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.”
Source: The Poetical Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson
“O sonhar acordado dá cabo do treino; quem vai vendo televisão enquanto pratica exercício nunca atingirá os níveis cimeiros. Dar total atenção parece aumentar a velocidade de processamento da mente.”
Source: Focus: The Hidden Driver of Excellence
“O sonho, como o sono que se sucedeu, foi rápido e profundo. Primeiro, ela estava num palco de teatro com dois ou três homens que não reconheceu de imediato. Depois apareceu Madona, linda, com os cabelos bem amarelos, muito longos. Havia uma música de fundo. Ela reconheceu um dos homens, era Oscar Wilde — e ele se parecia com Madona, os dois conversavam como velhos amigos, ou irmãos. Ou irmãs, sei lá.
O outro homem tinha um aspecto de marginal, de bandido, era pequeno e sujo — ela reparou ou intuiu que ele tinha sujeira debaixo das unhas compridas. Esse homem era um ladrão. Ele deu uns passos em direção à animada conversa entre Oscar e Madona e se transformou em outro homem, outro homem igualmente sujo e ladrão. De repente, todos estavam com os pênis à mostra e tentavam se masturbar, mas estava muito frio ali, eles batiam o queixo e não conseguiam ereção.”
Source: elvis & madona [uma novela lilás]
“O sonho de cada mulher é ser a única mulher no mundo do marido. Um marido bem-sucedido é o homem que transforma este sonho em realidade”
Source: A Grande Pérola da Sabedoria
“o sonho de progresso sem limites é na realidade um pesadelo cheio de desumanidade e de morte.”
Source: The Lost Daughter
“O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!”
“O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.”
Source: Poetical Works Of Robert Brides Excluding The Eight Dramas
“O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity! Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life! (“The Testimony of the Suns”)”
Source: The Testimony of the Suns, and Other Poems
“O speculators about perpetual motion, how many vain chimeras have you created in the like quest? Go and take your place with the seekers after gold.”
Source: Note Books: Arranged and Rendered Into English, with Introd
“O Spirit of the Summertime! Bring back the roses to the dells; The swallow from her distant clime, The honey-bee from drowsy cells. Bring back the friendship of the sun; The gilded evenings, calm and late, When merry children homeward run, And peeping stars bid lovers wait. Bring back the singing; and the scent Of meadowlands at dewy prime;- Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summertime!”
Source: Fifty Modern Poems
“O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise / In the young children's eyes. / But I have learnt the years, and know the yet / Leaf-folded violet.”
Source: Selected Poems of Alice Meynell