O Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with O. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“O, Winter! Put away thy snowy pride;
O, Spring! Neglect the cowslip and the bell;
O, Summer! Throw thy pears and plums aside;
O, Autumn! Bid the grape with poison swell.”
Source: The Works of Thomas Chatterton ...: Life of Chatterton, by G. Gregory. Miscellaneous poems
“O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!”
“O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!”
Source: Tess of the d'Urbervilles: A Pure Woman
“O, You who are ever giving life to all life, moving all creatures, root of all things, washing them clean, wiping out their mistakes, healing their wounds, You are our true life, luminous, wonderful, awakening the heart from its ancient sleep.”
“O, Youth: Do you know that yours is not the first generation to yearn for a life full of beauty and freedom?”
Source: Albert Einstein, The Human Side: Glimpses from His Archives
“O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet”
“O-o-old habits die hard when you got, when you got a sentimental heart
Piece of the puzzle, you're my missing part
Oh what can you do with a sentimental heart?”
“O. Hahn and F. Strassmann have discovered a new type of nuclear reaction, the splitting into two smaller nuclei of the nuclei of uranium and thorium under neutron bombardment. Thus they demonstrated the production of nuclei of barium, lanthanum, strontium, yttrium, and, more recently, of xenon and caesium. It can be shown by simple considerations that this type of nuclear reaction may be described in an essentially classical way like the fission of a liquid drop, and that the fission products must fly apart with kinetic energies of the order of hundred million electron-volts each.”
“O. J. has an uncanny instinct for sensing when to make the move, when to makethe cut. He can kill you with a headfake, he can kill you with the swiftness of his legsand the ability to be in a direction at any single second. He also kills you with hisvariation of speed... (on some of the ways O. J. Simpson can kill)”
“O. J. Simpson has already received the ultimate punishment: For the rest of his life he has to associate with golfers.”
Source: When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?
“O.J. Simpson existed in a bubble. So when Harry Edwards approached him about being involved in the Olympic Project for Human Rights, O.J.'s response was, famously, "I'm not black - I'm O.J." O.J. had ambitions to be famous, rich and liked by everyone, and I think he understood that being political and militant as a black athlete was not a way to engender universal love.”
“O.J. Simpson was primarily interested in O.J. His rise to fame in the late '60s coincided with the period where black athletes were more outspoken and political than in any era. You're talking about the generation of black athletes that came about after Jackie Robinson. Athletes after that were just happy to find a place in sports. But when you got to the mid-'60s, you had athletes like Jim Brown and Muhammad Ali, who were very outspoken on the issues of race and civil rights.”
“O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl- a bit like Crab Nebula- do for now.”
Source: Collected Prose
“O.K." "Gee I'm glad." "Me too. I'm so sick of hot dogs and beer and apple pie with cheese on the side I could heave it all in the river." "You'll love it, Frank. We'll get a place up in the mountains, where it's cool, and then, after I get my act ready, we can go all over the world with it. Go as we please, do as we please, and have plenty of money to spend. Have you got a little bit of gypsy in you?" "Gypsy? I had rings in my ears when I was born.”
“O.K., we had women's lib in the '60s, the women fought for their roles, they're out there in the work force. Now let's talk about how they're dealing with things as human beings.”
“Oak desperately wants to stop Cardan from talking, but short of kicking him or throwing something at his head, he has no idea how.”
Source: The Prisoner’s Throne
“Oak gave up his room so they could sleep there, and although the bed is small, Cardan cannot mind when he takes Jude in his arms.
'You're probably missing your fancy palace right about now,' she whispers to him in the dark.
He traces the edge of her lip, runs his finger over the soft human hair of her cheek, pausing on a freckle and comes to rest on a tiny scar, a line of pale skin drawn there by some blade.
He considers explaining how much he despised the palace as a child, how he dreamed of escaping Elfhame. She knows most of that already. Then he considers reminding her that the fancy palace is now as much hers as his. 'Not in the least,' he says instead, and feels her smile against his skin.
But once he starts recalling his desire to leave Elfhame, he can't help but also recall how desperately she wanted to stay. And how difficult that had been, how hard she had fought, how hard she was still fighting, even now that she didn't have to.
'Why didn't you hate everyone?' he asks. 'Everyone, all the time.'
'I hated you,' Jude reassures him, bringing her mouth to his.”
Source: How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories
“Oak makes a low moan and tries to sit up. 'Jude,' he mutters. 'Jude, we can't just let him die.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“Oak puts a hand on my arm. I startle.
'You all right?' he asks.
'When they first took me from the mortal world to the Court of Teeth, Lord Jarel and Lady Nore tried to be nice to me. They gave me good things to eat and dressed me in fancy dresses and told me that I was their princess and would be a beautiful and beloved queen,' I tell him, the words slipping from my lips before I can call them back. I occupy myself with searching deeper in the closet so I don't have to see his face as I speak. 'I cried constantly, ceaselessly. For a week, I wept and wept until they could bear it no more.'
Oak is silent. Though he knew me as a child, he never knew me as that child, the one who still believed the world could be kind.
But then, he had sisters who were stolen. Perhaps they had cried, too.
'Lord Jarel and Lady Nore told their servants to enchant me to sleep, and the servants did. But it never lasted. I kept weeping.'
He nods, just a little, as though more movement might break the spell of my speaking.
'Lord Jarel came to me with a beautiful glass dish in which there was flavoured ice,' I tell him. 'When I took a bite, the flavour was indescribably delicious. It was as though I were eating dreams.'
'You will have this every day if you cease you're crying,' he said.
'But I couldn't stop.
'Then he came to me with a necklace of diamonds, as cold and beautiful as ice. When I put it on, my eyes shone, my hair sparkled, and my skin shimmered as though glitter had been poured over it. I looked wondrously beautiful. But when he told me to stop crying, I couldn't.
'Then he became angry, and he told me that if I didn't stop, he would turn my tears to glass that would cut my cheeks. And that's what he did.
'But I cried until it was hard to tell the difference between tears and blood. And after that, I began to teach myself how to break their curses. They didn't like that.
'And so they told me I would be able to see the humans again- that's what they called them, the humans- in a year, for a visit, but only if I was good.
'I tried. I choked back tears. And on the wall beside my bed, I scratched the number of days in the ice.
'One night I returned to my room to find the scratches weren't the way I remembered. I was sure it had been five months, but the scratches made it seem as though it had been only a little more than three.
'And that was when I realised I was never going home, but by then the tears wouldn't come, no matter how much I willed them. And I never cried again.'
His eyes shone with horror.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“Oak puts his hands on my shoulders, pushing my back to the wall.
'Pretend with me,' he whispers. And then he presses his mouth to mine.
A soldier kissing one of the serving girls. A bored ex-falcon attempting to amuse himself. Oak hiding our faces, giving us a reason to be overlooked. I understand the game.
This is no declaration of desire. And yet, I am rooted in place by the shocking heat of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the way one of his hands goes to the ice wall to brace himself and the other to my waist, and then to the hilt of my knife as they draw closer.
He doesn't want me. This doesn't mean he wants me. I repeat that over and over as I let him part my lips with his tongue. I run my hands up his back under his shirt, letting my nails trail over his skin.
I have been trained in all the arts of a courtier. Dancing and duelling, kissing and deceiving.
Still, I am gratified when he shudders, when the hand he was bracing with lifts to thread through my hair, to cup my head. My mouth slides over his jaw to his throat, then against his shoulder, where I press the points of my teeth. His body stiffens, his fingers gripping me harder, pulling me closer to him. When I bite down, he gasps.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“Oak's eyes widen satisfyingly at the sound of my voice. 'How are you speaking?'
'I used a shard of Mab's bones,' I tell him, and if I shiver a little at the memory, he cannot guess the reason.
'So you're saying that while my father and I were asleep, you found the reliquary- all by yourself- and then single-handedly subdued Lady Nore?' He laughs. 'You might have woken me. I could have done something, surely. Applauded at the right moments? Held your bag?'
I am flattered into a small smile.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“Oak's hooves clatter against the floor, and then he's on his knees in front of me, all golden hair and fox eyes and worry.
'Wren,' he breathes, reaching through the iron bars, even though they singe his wrists. His fingers run through my hair.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems. An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground. For another try. Another trip through. One life for another.”
“Oak was never taught to fight any way but to kill. He doesn't know any elegant parries. He cannot show off. All he can do is deal death. And once he starts, he doesn't stop. I'm not sure he can.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“Oak, granite, Lilies by the road, Remember me? I remember you. Clouds brushing Clover hills, Remember me? Sister, child, Grown tall, Remember me? I remember you.”
“Oak... lasts for an unlimited period when buried in underground structures... when exposed to moisture... it cannot take in liquid on account of its compactness, but, withdrawing from the moisture, it resists it and warps, thus making cracks.”
“Oakbridge did his work with dramatics and prophecies that all would go horribly awry. Having dealt with him over midwinter, Kel wondered why the man hadn’t died of a heart attack. Instead he seemed to thrive on disaster and finding people seated in the wrong places.”
Source: Protector of the Small Quartet
“oaking” seems like a crazy word in an intimacy book. Yet that is exactly what you want to do in your relational time with Him, you want to “soak in and soak up” His presence, “soak in and soak up” His love. Soaking is positioning yourself before God for the sole purpose of experiencing His presence and His love for you.”
Source: Intimate Life Lessons; developing the intimacy with God you already have.
“Oakland has now increased its payroll to the point that it now ranks third in the Bay Area among all McDonald's franchises.”
“Oakland is home, and you always want to go home. Anytime you get the chance, you're happy to go home.”
“Oakland revolved around Forbes Field. Nothing in the city could match that atmosphere.”
“Oakley and Burton have been my main sponsors since '87. I've been riding for both of them.”
“Oakmont is probably the premier - Oakmont and Augusta National are probably the top two set of greens in the country.”
“Oakmont possesses all the charm of a sock to the head.”
“Oakmont, you've got to be playing slope.”
“Oakmoss, patchouli, bergamot, labdanum, in the balance you constantly shift and nuance like a conductor, but dancing on top of that tonka, a hint of leather and a cheeky reference to Miss Dior, with some carnation. I think there will be ambergris and sandalwood in the dry-down, and I can't wait to see how it smells in the middle of the night.”
Source: The Scent of You
“Oall the creatures that creep and breathe on earth, there is none more wretched than man.”
“Oameni cu o singură idee, ca o găină cu un singur pui, și acela de rata;oameni cu o mie de idei, ca acele găini care sunt forțate să ia în grijă o sută de pui. toți în urmărirea unui singur gândac, câteva zeci dintre ei rătăciți în roua dimineții - și devenind ciufuliți și soioși în consecință; oameni cu idei în loc de picioare, un fel de miriapozi intelectuali care vă fac să vă târâți peste tot.”
“Oameni... orice ați face, știința voastră rătăcește, și mîndria voastră e un noroi, prin care mintea vă umblă desculță.”
Source: Cimitirul Buna-Vestire
“Oameni se intorc iar si iar in locuri unde au suferit , constirnti ca vor suferi din nou, de parca n-ar putea trai fara suferinta. Oricat de tare ne-ar speria suferinta, mai tare ne sperie singuratatea. Nu puteam sta departe de ceea ce iubim, oricata durere ar aduce iubirea”
Source: Fluturi
“Oamenii care interiorizează nu pot lua faptele brute, nude sau moarte, ci le vitalizează, le integrează, topindu-le într-un torent lăuntric. Toţi oamenii văd focuri, furtuni, prăbuşiri, peisaje; dar câţi simt în ei flăcări, trăsnete, vârtejuri sau armonii?”
Source: On the Heights of Despair
“Oamenii cer multă blândețe, cer dragoste, cer sacrificii, fără a oferi nimic în schimb, ca și cum ar merita totul. Dar nu este corect, pentru că, cu cât mai mult vrei, cu atât mai mult trebuie să oferi. Oamenii care nu înțeleg asta, care nu știu să răspundă la toate darurile [...], degeaba ocupă pământul acesta frumos. [...] Acestora pământul n-ar trebui să le ofere nimic. Ei fac totală abstracție de răscruci și de locuri magice și vor mereu să domine.”
Source: Kinderland
“Oamenii comunica intre ei prin semne conventionale si astfel si-au facut iluzia desarta ca se si inteleg. In realitate fiecare atribuie celorlalti ceea ce simte dinsul si atata tot. Legaturi directe omul numai cu Dumnezeu poate sa aiba de la care a si dobandit constiinta existentei. Tragediile ca si bucuriile cele mai mari omul le traieste intotdeauna in deplina singuratate si de aceea, cand isi simte sufletul mai sfisiat, isi simte singuratatea si mai mare.”
Source: Ciuleandra
“Oamenii l-au inventat pe Dumnezeu ca sã nu moarã de plictisealã.”
Source: Ce ne spunem când nu ne vorbim
“Oamenii politici ai Antichităţii se înconjurau adesea de filosofi; cei de azi preferă anturajul ziariştilor.”
“Oamenii! Traiau intr-o lume in care iarba continua sa fie verde, soarele rasarea in fiecare zi si florile se transformau in fructe si pe ei ce ii impresiona? Statuile care plangeau. Si vinul facut din apa! Un simplu efect tunel cuantic care s-ar fi intamplat oricum daca ai fi fost pregatit sa astepti un catralion de ani. De parca transformarea luminii soarelui in vin, prin intermediul vitelor si a strugurilor, al timpului si al enzimelor nu era de o mie de ori mai impresionanta si se intampla tot timpul.”
“Oamenii trecutului nu au spectacular decat prestigiul departarii”
Source: Fecioarele despletite
“Oare câți pumni ar fi primit dacă i-ar fi spus că era îndrăgostit nebunește de ea?”
Source: Sub acoperirea minciunilor
“Oare dispare vreodată complet, în ceea ce este frumos și în ceea ce este rău, în ceea ce este viu și în ceea ce este mort, povara zdrobitoare a trecutului?”
Source: Din voia Domnului
“Oare timpul nu este, ca și teama, doar atitudinea noastră față de el?”
Source: Pushkin House