O Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with O. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“One day the 'Maple Leaf' will make me King of Ragtime Composers.”
“One day the absurdity of the almost universal human belief in the slavery of other animals will be palpable. We shall then have discovered our souls and become worthier of sharing this planet with them.”
“One day the Buddha was sistting with some of his monks in the woods. They had just come back from an almsround and were ready to share a mindful lunch together. A farmer passed by, looking distraught.
He asked the Buddha, "Monks, have you seen some cows going by here?"
"What cows?" the Buddha responded.
"Well," the man said, "I have four cows and I don't know why, but this morning they all ran aay. I also have two acres of sesame. This year the insects ate the entire crop. I have lost everything: my harvest and my cows. I feel like killing myself."
The Buddha said, "Dear friend, we have been sitting here almost an hour and we have not seen any cows passing by. Maybe you should go and lookin the other direction."
When the farmer was gone, the Buddha looked at his friends and smiled knowingly. "Dear friends, you are very lucky," he said. "You don't have any cows to lose.”
Source: No Mud, No Lotus: The Art of Transforming Suffering
“One day the clean technique will come to my head”
“One day the Constitution of Colorado is the highest law of the state. The next day it’s waste paper.”
“One day the cub will become a wolf, even if it has been reared among the sons of man.”
Source: Caravan of Dreams
“One day, the earth and the rivers may give up more remains, all that is left of the young women whose names are still unknown - the women Ted referred to when he said, "Add one more digit to that and you'll have it..." None of them could fill the hollow soul of Ted Bundy.”
Source: The Stranger Beside Me: Ted Bundy: The Shocking Inside Story
“One day the enemy will cross the Great Green. They will bring war and tragedy to these eastern lands. Such is the nature of vile men. Yet we cannot live in dread of them. We cannot hide behind these high walls, our hearts trembling. For that is not life. We must accept the needs and the duties of each day, and face them one at a time.”
“One day the English language is going to perish. The easy spokenness of it will perish and go black and crumbly — maybe — and it will become a language like Latin that learned people learn. And scholars will write studies of Larry Sanders and Friends and Will & Grace and Ellen and Designing Women and Mary Tyler Moore, and everyone will see that the sitcom is the great American art form. American poetry will perish with the language; the sitcoms, on the other hand, are new to human evolution and therefore will be less perishable.”
Source: The Anthologist
“One day the factory sports coach, who was very strict, pointed at four boys, including me, and ordered us to run in a race. I protested that I was weak and not fit to run, but the coach sent me for a physical examination and the doctor said that I was perfectly well. So I had to run, and when I got started I felt I wanted to win. But I only came in second. That was the way it started.”
“One day the faithful will have it all!”
“One day the good times had to keep on rolling, and all of life's horseshit would turn to circuses.”
Source: Practical Demonkeeping
“One day the great European War will come out of some damned foolish thing in the Balkans (1888).”
“One day the joy you deserve will foam into life”
Source: The Patternmaker and the Tide
“One day the killing will be over, either because the oppressed will have their liberation or because there will be so few left to kill. We will be expected to forget any of it ever happened, to acknowledge it if need be but only in harmless, perfunctory ways. Many of us will, if only as a kind of psychological self-defense. So much lives and dies by the grace of endless forgetting.
But so many will remember. We say that, sometimes, when it's our children killed: Remember. And it may seem now like it's someone else's children, but there's no such thing as someone else's children. The problem with fixating on the abyss into which one's opponent has descended while simultaneously digging one's own is that, eventually, it gets too dark to tell the difference.”
Source: One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This
“One day the last portrait of Rembrandt and the last bar of Mozart will have ceased to be — though possibly a colored canvas and a sheet of notes will remain — because the last eye and the last ear accessible to their message will have gone.”
Source: The Decline of the West...: Form and actuality
“One day, the memories, the music & the movie of our lives, will play out, emerging before our closing eyes. Let’s then, make sure, it is, worth watching, worth nodding, & worth applauding.”
Source: Drops of Wisdom: Applying Ancient Words of Wisdom in Today's Turbulent Times
“One day, the moon said the sun, "I love you!"
The sun blushed and from that day the sunset appeared.”
“One day the Nouns were clustered in the street.
An Adjective walked by, with her dark beauty.
The Nouns were struck, moved, changed.
The next day a Verb drove up, and created the Sentence.”
Source: On the Great Atlantic Rainway: Selected Poems 1950-1988
“One day, the one you love will tear your throat out. One day, the sun and the moon will fall to their wolves. The Earth will flash to clinker in the red-giant rush of stellar evolution, the universe drift to static and silence resolved, and the gods walk quietly across wind-hushed Iðavöllr.”
“One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death.”
Source: I, Lucifer: Finally, the Other Side of the Story
“One day the photograph is going to become even more important than it is now.... But I am not particularly an advocate of the photograph.”
Source: Robert Smithson, the Collected Writings
“One day the play ends and the screen goes blank. There is nothing. Everything returns to its original formlessness - and then another dream begins.”
“One day the poor will have nothing left to eat in Liberia, but the so-called rich.”
“One day the President and Mrs. Coolidge were visiting a government farm. Soon after their arrival they were taken off on separate tours. When Mrs. Coolidge passed the chicken pens she paused to ask the man in charge if the rooster copulates more than once each day. "Dozens of times, was the reply." "Please tell that to the President," Mrs. Coolidge requested. When the President passed the pens and was told about the roosters, he asked "Same hen every time?" "Oh no, Mr. President, a different one each time." The President nodded slowly, then said, "Tell that to Mrs. Coolidge."”
“One day the price of gold will be higher than the Dow Jones.”
“One day, the ringmaster's eye fell upon the cage and he asked: "Why?"
this perfectly good spot should be left standing there unused.
Nobody knew, until one man remembered about the hunger artist.
"Are you still fasting?"
"Forgive me, everybody.
"I've always wanted you to admire my fasting.
"But you shouldn't admire it.
Because I have to fast. I can't help it."
"And why can't you help it?"
"Because I couldn't find the food I liked. If I had, I should have stuffed myself life you or anyone else."
Those were his last words, but in his dimming eyes remained the firm conviction that he was still continuing to fast.
And they buried the hunger artist, straw and all.
- A Hunger Artist”
Source: Kafkaesque: Fourteen Stories
“One day, the same friend who never supported your business will repost it saying, ‘I knew you’d make it big.’ Keep grinding. Focus on your growth. They don’t believe yet, but soon, they will.”
“One day the South will know that when these disinherited children of God sat down at lunch counters, they were in reality standing up for what is best in the American dream and for the most sacred values in our Judaeo-Christian heritage, thereby bringing our nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the founding fathers in their formulation of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence.”
“One day the stars will be as familiar to each man as the landmarks, the curves, and the hills on the road that leads to his door, and one day that will be an airborne life.”
Source: The Illustrated West with the Night
“One day the stars will be as familiar to each man as the landmarks, the curves, and the hills on the road that leads to his door, and one day this will be an airborne life. But by then men will have forgotten how to fly; they will be passengers on machines whose conductors are carefully promoted to a familiarity with labelled buttons, and in whose minds knowledge of the sky and the wind and the way of weather will be extraneous as passing fiction.”
Source: The Illustrated West with the Night
“One day, the story will make sense. Until then — live the sentence.”
“One day the sun had come back over the Forest, bringing with it the scent of May, and all the streams of the Forest were tinkling happily to find themselves their own pretty shape again, and the little pools lay dreaming of the life they had seen and the big things they had done, and in the warmth and quiet of the Forest the cuckoo was trying over his voice carefully and listening to see if he liked it, and wood-pigeons were complaining gently to themselves in their lazy comfortable way that it was the other fellow’s fault, but it didn’t matter very much; on such a day as this Christopher Robin whistled in a special way he had, and Owl came flying out of the Hundred Acre Wood to see what was wanted.”
Source: Winnie-the-Pooh
“One day the thought hit me—could the whole story of the Jews in Egypt have simply been a poem? More or less like Homer describing magical cattle, and ravenous women and so on? Ancient peoples saw no difference between a vivid description of marvels and what we call reality—for them the description itself was the reality. In short, the Jews may never have been literally enslaved in Egypt; or perhaps some had been, but the story as we know it may have been largely fictional, an overwhelmingly powerful act of imagination.”
Source: Resurrection Blues: A Prologue and Two Acts
“One day
The Universe
Will be pleased by
The fruit of man's works
Excerpt from:
'Jacob's Ascent, New Collected poems by Mekael'
© Mekael Shane 2019”
“One day the virtual world might win over the real world.”
“One day the wind blew through the town, and oh, how merry it was! It whistled down the chimneys, and scampered round the corners, and sang in the tree tops. "Come and dance, come and dance, come and dance with me," that is what it seemed to say.”
Source: A story garden for little children
“One day the world stopped
because of the thing.
We knew it was there
and knew it was dangerous
because, you know,
it left bodies in the dirt.
We all stayed in –
couldn’t touch,
shouldn’t meet,
mustn’t dance.
God forbid
we kiss.
Eventually, the thing got tired.
Besides, it knew it wasn’t welcome,
even though, the grass grew better,
and the birds worried less,
and the air breathed deeper
as the humans breathed less.
We all stayed in –
couldn’t touch,
shouldn’t meet,
mustn’t dance.
God forbid
we kiss.
I hope we remember
what we once did;
blocking airways,
blocking enemies,
blocking friends.
Let things mend.
One day, the world stopped.
Another day, it started again
and acted like it had never stopped.
It does things like that.
I do hope we remember
that life is not long
and love is not free,
unless it is.”
Source: Strange Words - A Book of Poetry
“One day the world will look upon research upon animals as it now looks upon research on human beings.”
“One day the worlds male population will spontaneously combust because they've kept too much stuff in for too long.”
Source: Mr. Commitment
“One day there springs up the desire for money and for all that money can provide — the superfluous, luxury in eating, luxury in dressing, trifles. Needs increase because one thing calls for another. The result is uncontrollable dissatisfaction. Let us remain as empty as possible so that God can fill us up.”
“One day there was a misunderstanding about our appointment and when I called for Modigliani, I found him out - but I decided to wait for him a few minutes. I held an armful of red roses. The window, which was above the locked gates of the studio, was open. To while away the time, I started to throw the flowers into the studio. Modigliani didn't come and I left.
--Anna Akhmatova on Amedeo Modigliani”
Source: The Company They Kept: Writers on Unforgettable Friendships
“One day there were two out in the ninth, and I hit a pop fly so high that the fans got tired of waiting for it to come down. So they all went home and listened to it drop by turning on the radio.”
“One day there will be a telephone in every major city in the USA”
“One day there will be no borders, no boundaries, no flags and no countries and the only passport will be the heart”
“One day there will be no more stars. There will be no more darkness. You see, light isn’t the absence of darkness. Darkness is the absence of light.”
“One day there'll be no need for me. I'm actually hoping to put myself out of business.”
“One day these will just be memories that I haveso I try to enjoy it as much as possible”
“One day they had the idea to hold a toy piano up to her bare feet, and at the first note she struck she uttered a sound of wild outrage - that they had been letting her kick against air and nothingness when she could have been kicking against music this whole time.”
Source: No One Is Talking About This
“One day they let me knead the ingredients for sausage meat, and the raw foods themselves seized me: lean pork and soft, white fat- The one talks to the other, said Carenza. Without the fat, the lean is too dry, and without the lean... she stuck out her tongue, too much. I grated some cheese: dry pecorino that had been in our larder for months, and some fresh marzolino, tasting both. Mace went in, and cinnamon, and black pepper. How much salt? Mamma showed me in the palm of her hand, Let me sweep it into the bowl. Then she broke some eggs onto the mixture.
This is my secret, she said, and grated the rind of an orange so that the crumbs covered everything in a thin layer of gold. Do you want to mix it, Nino?
Almost laughing with excitement, I plunged my fingers through the cold silkiness of the eggs, feeling the yolks pop, then made fists deep inside the meat. I could smell the orange, the pork, the cheese, the spices, and then they started to melt together into something else. When it was all mixed together I licked my fingers, though Carenza slapped my hand away from my mouth, and after we'd stuffed them into the slimy pink intestines and cooked up a few for ourselves, I discovered how the fire had changed the flavors yet again. The clear, fresh taste of the pork had deepened and intensified, while the cool blandness of the fat had changed into something rich and buttery that held the spices and the orange zest. And the salt seemed to have performed this magic, because it was everywhere, but at the same time hardly noticeable.”
Source: Appetite