O Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with O. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“O foolish writer. Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a-time, now isn't then.”
Source: Tales from Earthsea
“O fools, awake! The rites ye sacred hold
Are but a cheat contrived by men of old
Who lusted after wealth and gained their lust
And died in baseness-and their law is dust.”
“O for a horse with wings!”
“O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts. -John Keats”
Source: The Book of Hygge: The Danish Art of Living Well
“O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!”
“O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers!
O for an iceberg or two at control!
O for a vale that at midday the dew cumbers!
O for a pleasure trip up to the pole!”
Source: Morning Lights and Evening Shadows
“O for a man who is a man, and, as my neighbor says, has a bone in his back which you cannot pass your hand through!”
Source: Civil Disobedience
“O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
Whose high upreared and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide on man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth;
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.”
Source: Henry V
“O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!”
“O for a summer noon, when light and breeze Sport on the grass, like ripples o'er a lake Alive with freshness! when the full round Sun, With the Creator's smile upon his face, Walks like a prince of glory through the path Of Heaven! - Thou vast, and ever-glorious sky, Mantling the earth with thy majestic robe.”
Source: A Universal Prayer, Death, A Vision of Heaven and A Vision of Hell
“O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise, the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his grace!”
Source: Wesley's Hymns and the Methodist Sunday-School Hymn-Book
“O for ten years, that I may overwhelm / Myself in poesy; so I may do the deed / That my own soul has to itself decreed.”
“O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!”
Source: John Keats: With a Detailed Study and Text of Selected Poems
“O for those days when these tired metaphors were teenagers too, when it was still possible to recite ‘Daffodils’ and feel thrilled as you gazed at the golden laburnum in bloom. Recognising clichés is a sign of aging. Sweet as the past may be, it best remains pressed within the pages of memory, savoured for a moment or
two on quiet Sunday afternoons.”
Source: The Reengineers
“O Force-compelled, Fate-driven earth-born race,
O petty adventurers in an infinite world
And prisoners of a dwarf humanity,
How long will you tread the circling tracks of mind
Around your little self and petty things?
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Source: Savitri: A Legend and a Symbol
“O fortunate bride, who never again will become elated after
childbirth!
O lucky older wife, who has been cured of feeling unwanted!”
Source: Poems and new poems
“O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.”
“O Fortune, how thy restless, wavering state has fraught with cares my troubled wit!”
“O fossero di que’ prudenti che s’adombrano delle virtù come de’ vizi, predicando sempre che la perfezione sta nel mezzo; e il mezzo lo fissan giusto in quel punto dov’essi sono arrivati, e ci stanno comodi.”
Source: The Betrothed
“O fotógrafo é um superturista, um prolongamento do antropólogo, que visita os nativos e regressa com notícias dos seus costumes exóticos e estranhos ornamentos. O fotógrafo procura sempre colonizar novas experiências ou encontrar novos modos de olhar para temas familiares - para lutar contra o tédio.”
Source: On photography
“O fracasso frutífero fornece a idéia do desejado e/ou uma novidade independente da mesma.”
Source: Caro Jovem Adulto
“O freedom, first delight of human kind!”
Source: The Poetical Works of John Dryden: Containing Original Poems, Tales and Translations
“O fresh-lit dawn! immortal life!
O Earth's betrothal, sweet and true!”
Source: The Blameless Prince: And Other Poems
“O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.”
“O friend, for the morrow let us not worry
This moment we have now, let us not hurry
When our time comes, we shall not tarry
With seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry”
Source: Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
“O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,
Student of our sweet English tongue,
Read out my words at night, alone:
I was a poet, I was young.
Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.”
“O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics.”
“O friend, never strike sail to a fear!”
Source: Essays
“O friends, to a good place we've come to live, come in springtime! In that place a very brief moment! So brief is life!”
“O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes”
Source: The Iliad of Homer
“O friends, be men; so act that none may feel Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men. Think each one of this children and his wife, His home, his parents, living yet and dead. For them, the absent ones, I supplicate, And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly.”
Source: The Iliad of Homer
“O friendship! thou fond soother of the human breast, to thee we fly in every calamity; to thee the wretched seek for succor; on thee the care-tired son of misery fondly relies; from thy kind assistance the unfortunate always hopes relief, and may be sure of--disappointment.”
Source: The Miscellaneous Works: Letters from a citizen of the world, to his friend in the East. A familiar introduction to the study of natural history
“O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare's sonnets!”
Source: The Waves
“O frost bitten blossoms, That are unfolding your wings From out the envious black branches. Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine. The twigs conspire against you! Hear hem! They hold you from behind.”
“O full and splendid Moon, whom I
Have, from this desk, seen climb the sky
So many a midnight,—would thy glow
For the last time beheld my woe!
Ever thine eye, most mournful friend,
O'er books and papers saw me bend;
But would that I, on mountains grand,
Amid thy blessed light could stand,
With spirits through mountain-caverns hover,
Float in thy twilight the meadows over,
And, freed from the fumes of lore that swathe me,
To health in thy dewy fountains bathe me!
Ah, me! this dungeon still I see.
This drear, accursed masonry,
Where even the welcome daylight strains
But duskly through the painted panes.”
Source: Faust
“O futuro não existe, como todos sabemos. O futuro será sempre uma coisa a provar. A única coisa que todos nós vemos é o presente. O futuro, bem como o passado, não passam de memórias e previsões. Coisas que não têm existência senão dentro de nós. Porém, até os maiores céticos creem no futuro. Como se ele existisse realmente, como se existisse fora de nós. É uma crença coletiva, apesar de apenas vermos o presente. Mas intuimos, o que abre o espectro da nossa percepção. Se podemos crer em algo que nunca vimos, será que não podemos acreditar em várias outras coisas que nunca vimos? Um cético dirá que é muito simples: o dia de amanhã acontecerá porque tem acontecido desde sempre. Mas é o erro, o famoso erro, do indutivismo. Como o provam as galinhas de Russell: imagine-se uma capoeira onde uma das galinhas é mais bem alimentada do que as outras. Ela diz, ufana, que o criador de galinhas gosta mais dela do que das outras. E o facto de isso acontecer todos os dias reforça essa crença. Todas as galinhas estão convencidas da preferência do produtor. Todos os dias ele dá mais comida à sua favorita. E um dia mata-a para fazer um guisado. É preciso muito cuidado com o indutivismo que nos faz crer que o dia de amanhã seguirá o dia de hoje porque tem acontecido assim desde sempre. É que o futuro, entretanto, pode ter-se transformado em areia.”
Source: O Pintor Debaixo do Lava-Loiças
“O futuro não é nosso para o sabermos.”
Source: O que o Tempo Não Apaga
“O gatilho da arma assassina, pensa, foi apertado por muitas maos. E o alvo daqueles tres tiros nao era exatamente Sofia, sua pessoa física, mas o que ela representava, seu desafio.
Damas que se casaram na igreja e pela lei, vestidas de branco, damas que fizeram a vida inteira o que suas mães lhes haviam aconselhado a fazer, damas que agüentaram para sempre seus maridos, que viajaram pouco, que não freqüentaram a universidade porque tinham sido preparadas apenas para o casamento, damas maquiladas ainda à moda dos anos 50, essas damas crisparam os dedos em torno daquele gatilho, dispararam três vezes em direção a Sofia e, em seguida, aproximaram-se sorridentes do cadáver, como se de nada soubessem, perguntando o que havia acontecido.
Famílias inteiras reunidas estenderam as mãos, dobraram os dedos e, com risos/esgares, disseram, antes de apertarem três vezes o gatilho: ‘Celebramos nossos natais com árvores e presentes, como deve ser. E comemos nosso bolo com gratidão e humildade, pacientemente reinamos no cotidiano. Se a empregada falta, as mulheres vão com boa vontade para a cozinha. Nossos filhos são preparados para serem bons católicos e os pais trazem o dinheiro para sustentar a casa. Mantemos a decência, sabemos dos nossos limites, onde alcança nossa cabeça, onde podem pisar nossos pés’. E soaram três tiros.
Já as mães-que-criaram-seus-filhos declararam, a uma só voz: ‘Nós nunca faríamos o que ela fez, ir embora assim, deixando as duas filhas’ — e juntaram os dedos, apertaram três vezes o gatilho.
Havia, ainda, as mãos estendidas dos homens que não foram para a cama com Sofia, mesmo dispostos a pagar. E aqueles que, recusados, vingaram-se, proibindo que suas mulheres andassem com ela, declarando: ‘É uma puta.’
Havia a mão de sua mãe, que tentou inutilmente modificá-la e a do irmão que deixou de falar com ela. “Tinha mesmo de terminar assim”, alguém comentou, baixinho, e quem ouviu concordou, manifestando assentimento com repetidos sinais de cabeça. E as mãos, unidas, movimentaram-se, três tiros violaram o silêncio da noite.“
Sonia Coutinho, “Atire em Sofia”, 1989, p. 114”
“O gece, güneş yüz kere doğdu ve yüz kere battı. Anıların sıcaklığı ile içime ışığın dolduğu her an, yapmış olduğum hatalar perdeyi sonuna kadar çekti; Karanlıkta kaldım.”
“O gece kocaman, boş bir meydandan geçtim, o geceden sonra kocaman, boş bir meydan kaldı içimde.”
Source: Konuştuğumuz Gibi Uzaklara
“O, gentle Bard, if thou couldst but glimpse our digital age!
We set words in light called ‘blogs,’
Which are, alas, neither fens nor afflictions.
They are thoughts taken wing for the world to see,
Much like thou didst with plays posthumously,
Held eternally aloft in iambic pentameter.”
“O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.”
Source: The plays and poems of William Shakspeare
“O gentlemen, the time of life is short!
To spend that shortness basely were too long,
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.”
“O German mother dreaming by the fire, While you are knitting socks to send your son His face is trodden deeper in the mud.”
Source: War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon
“O give me new figures! I can't go on dancing The same that were taught me ten seasons ago; The schoolmaster over the land is advancing, Then why is the master of dancing so slow? It is such a bore to be always caught tripping In dull uniformity year after year; Invent something new, and you'll set me a skipping: I want a new figure to dance with my Dear!”
“O God and Father, I repent of my sinful preoccupation with visible things. The world has been too much with me. Thou hast been here and I knew it not. I have been blind to Thy Presence. Open my eyes that I may behold Thee in and around me. For Christ's sake, Amen.”
“O God and Lord, now the council condemns even Your own act and Your own law as heresy, since You Yourself did lay Your cause before Your Father as the just judge, as an example for us, whenever we are sorely oppressed.”
“O God bid my poor body to arise
On that bright day triumphant through the skies!”
“O God give us our daily bread.”
“O God, I am not a poet when I do not carry my thirst for the flowers and rivers passing by! O God, I am not a lover when I do not sense my longing for all that is woven of light! O God, I am not a dreamer when I do not carry the sky in my heart!”