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Hodor?"
"Hodor.
Om is a living phenomenon and it has its own mood. Depending on its mood the meaning will be revealed to you.
It was the Oats that read avidly and always remembered those passages which cast doubt on the literal truth of the Book of Om - and nudged him and said, if this isn't true, what can you believe?
Open the ovoid mother and find the ovoid girl; open the child and the next egg grins up its invitation to crack it. You can never tell a priori how many iterations await you; you hope they continue forever. My daughter, my matryoshka.
Who are you,' it boomed, 'to light a fire here in the depths of Himatan?'
[...]
'Someone who would dare to do so,' Pon-lor shouted down. 'Think you on that.
Humm humm haaa. Rahmumm humm haaaa," intoned Opal, finishing her chant. "Peace be inside me, tolerance all around me, forgiveness in my path. Now, Mervall, show me where the filthy human is so that I may feed him his organs.
We're OConchobhairs and they're our friends. Dad always said that what our name means - friend of the wolves.
Untruthful! My nephew Algernon? Impossible! He is an Oxonian.
Ohne Hast, aber ohne Rast. - Without haste, but without rest.
Ozorne, my precious, where are you?
- Rikash Moonsword
the son of Olaf. The latter was a tall,
I am a collector of hopes and peregrine truths, a shepherd of thoughts, ideas, projects and dreams too important not to be realized. I'm an abstract concept that has no body, no smell, no boundaries, no shape and no color. I am the omnilogos.
He's not an ogre. Actually, at this point, he might think I'm the ogre.
I'm bored, lalalallalalala OLLI OXEN SOMETHING!!
First Senator
Worthy Timon,
TIMON
Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.
O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.
But if that's Olham, then I must be ...
Nothing can touch the one who is oodasin (one unperturbed by worldly life). After attaining Knowledge of the Self, if one applies awareness of the Self, one can remain unperturbed (oodasin).
Elbryn smiled. "You know, you never told me your name," he said, looking at her fondly.
"No," Holonie answered simply, "I did not."
Elbryn stared at her, his eyes suddenly weary, and Holonie heard the exasperated thought on the surface of his mind, Elves. "Fair enough," he said aloud.
Trolls have 5,400 words for rocks and one for vegetation. "Oograah" means everything from moss to giant redwoods. The way trolls see it, if you can't eat it, it's not worth naming it.
You are a force rarely born to a world, something we Elves call leinah thaniel, the Song that sings all Songs, the Mirror that shows all Mirrors, the Change that changes everything.
Human beings, in their settled condition, are animated by oikophilia: the love of the oikos, which means not only the home but the people contained in it, and the surrounding settlements that endow that home with lasting contours and an enduring smile.
These Norsemen are excellent persons in the main, with good sense, steadiness, wise speech, and prompt action. But they have a singular turn for homicide; their chief end of man is to murder or to be murdered;
You speak horse?" Hazel asked.
"Speaking to horses is a Poseidon thing," Percy said. "Uh, I mean a Neptune thing."
"Then you and Arion should get along fine," Hazel said. "He's a son of Neptune too."
Percy turned pale. "Excuse me?
Odysseus and his soldiers to certain destruction. Odysseus
It's supposed to be jolly, with mistletoe and holly... and other things ending in olly.
(H)ope was like a backstabbing friend. You could trust it sometimes, and then it would turn and drive its blade deep.
By Moradin's arm and Clangeddin's horn, by Dumathoin's tricks and Delzoun true born, open I tell ye, open yer gates! Me name's Athrogate, me blood's Delzoun, and I'm told me home awaits!
Enguerran looked up at Damen. The last
time they had faced one another,
Enguerran had been trying to
bar Damen from Touars's hall. An
Akielon has no place in the company of
men.
The next name on the list is Ed Valiantbrue, which doesn't have an O in it anyway."
"O!" Sunny shrieked.
"O!" Klaus agreed.
"O!" Sunny insisted.
"Oh!" Klaus cried. "I see what you mean! If it doesn't have am O in it, it can't be an anagram of Violet Baudelaire.
Ove was destined and would strike as true as unexpected lightning on a clear day or never come at all. -Jacinta, with love
The Aeon is a child at play with colored balls.
(translation/paraphrase: Terence McKenna)
Oh, Lord o' Light,
The bright incarnate spirit of the Morn.
Within the ring there lies an O,
Within the O there looks an eye,
In the eye there swims a sea,
And in the sea reflected sky,
And in the sky there shines the sun,
Within the sun a bird of gold.
Ove has been a grumpy old man since the first day of second grade
To pile Pelion upon Olympus.
[Lat., Pelion imposuisse Olympo.]
O'Neill presents a very complex multi-layered kind of challenge. His characters are always deeply complex and, to a great extent, inaccessible.
Oculus Dei, the eyes of God.
An ancient prophecy ... pronounced, That the castle and lordship of Otranto should pass from the present family, whenever the real owner should be grown too large to inhabit it!
What--has O-Tar seen an ulsio and fainted?" demanded I-Gos with broad sarcasm.
"Men have died for less than that, ancient one," E-Thas reminded him.
"I am safe," retorted I-Gos, "for I am not a brave and popular son of the jeddak of Manator.
O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.
It is not good to have an oar in everyone's boat.
Dai Tregarron had called her Olwen, had spoken to her as if she were a creature capable of escape from the commonplace, not the pedestrian, middle-aged woman everyone else saw, incapable of imagination, even less of passion. He had seen who she wanted to be and given the dream a moment's life.
The Loon Charm
To A Life Filled with A Love Whose Voice Always Calls You Home
Oop - I is tripped.
Oedipa stood in the living room, stared at by the greenish dead eye of the TV tube, spoke the name of God, tried to feel as drunk as possible. But this did not work.
O saar, beware!
Beware the horde,
The ones you never see.
We build your lairth,
Repair, invent,
We do all this for free.
You torch our hideth
You crunch our boneth
Kill with impunity,
But we are not
Tho helpless now.
Our day cometh. We are free.
The Norns themselves have come to read your fate. - Sam
Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven.
Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foiled circuitous wanderertill at last The longed-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
The Ogre does what ogres can, Deeds quite impossible for Man, But one prize is beyond his reach: The Ogre cannot master speech. About a subjugated plain, Among it's desperate and slain, The Ogre stalks with hands on hips, While drivel gushes from his lips.
Come with us," I said, "and we will make you oarlock makers of men." "What?" said Joshua. "That's what they were doing when we came up. Making an oarlock. Now you see how stupid that sounds?" "It's not the same.
Orange, Longbottom.
Can you imagine a world in which the letter O does not exist? My name would be Thm Yrke. Think about that.
You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower.
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
The squeak of oarlocks comes over the lake water
A woman's shriek assaults the ear
While above, in the sky, inured to everything,
The moon looks on with a mindless leer
("The Unknown Lady")
Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.
Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters, Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes
There was a man named Ofeig, nicknamed Grettir. He was the son of Einar, the son of Olvir the Babyman. He was a brother of Oleif the Broad, the father of Thormod Shaft. Another son of Olvir was named Steinolf, the father of Una, whom Thorbjorn the Salmon-man married.
The oat is the Horatio Alger of cereals, which progressed, if not from rags to riches, at least from weed to health food.
I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me!
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
The oars game me power but also taught me humility.
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
Before all, be real. Only the truth gives to the word the Orpheus' Lyre power.
Om (AUM) the Divine song is at the same time Symmetry, Supersymmetry, broken Symmetry, and the unbroken Symmetry of Nature.
How can there not already be a rapper named 'O'pinion'?
Odysseus is always slipping out, the man who has been everywhere, seen everything, done everything,
Aelin of the wildfire.
Manon Blackbeak awoke to the sighing of leaves, the distant call of wary birds, and the reek of loam and ancient wood. She
Atalanta in Calydon
There were people who were born with an inability to be tangled up in dark emotions, in complications, and Iloba was one of them. For such people, Obinze felt both admiration and boredom.
Thus died Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor, most proud and valiant of the Elven-kings of old.
Othalas: Chosen don't choose themselves!
You make me laugh like a loon on loon tablets!
O'Baarni. He looked so frail and weak, like the starving
Owain told me about the beautiful, fair-haired Vesta. It took me several minutes to work out that Vesta was a horse, and that Owain was possibly in love with her.
I dislike Tolkien, another Oxonian Old Norse obsessive, with his war games and made-up language in a world without women.
Orientation, the big O in the OODA loop, is the schwerpunkt.
Haesten.
If this world ever contained one worthless, treacherous slime-coated piece of human dung then it was Haesten.
Oy opened his eyes - they were bright in the darkness - then winked at Jake. After that, he appeared to go back to sleep. Jake
Lost race?" The Prince studied Orayna, trying to see something inhuman in her. "Why have I never heard of these 'Rathiuel'?"
"Because," Azaroth rapped his knuckles on the Prince's skull, "you do not care to read.
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
Hodor, said Hodor. Maester
Volnero as the new ruler of Ondalina or Miromara obliterates our entire realm. I will advise Ragnar to accept her terms.
Now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal.
Metaraon, with his unmerciful stare,
Lot of Irish in Mexico. The Mexican name, Obregon? It comes from O'Brien.
Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand, By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
A dragon is a norn's best friend. Norn saying.
I am going to find the Crochans. And I am going to raise an army with them. For Aelin Galathynius. And her people. And for ours. - Manon
The skaven will not prevail! Here they will be broken, shattered upon our steel! They fight for domination, to sate their greed. We fight for our homes, for our families, for those we would keep safe from the horrors of Old Night. It is our cause that is just; it is our fight that is righteous!
So to the lyre of Orpheus they struck with their oars, The furious water of the sea, and the surge broke into waves. Here and there the dark brine gushed with foam, Roaring terribly through the strength of the mighty men.
Oriel didn't move. But inside of his head, all was movement, like a river running over rapids, searching for the way through, trying routes around rocks and over shallows, a turbulence of thought more rapid than he could follow. Griff, he knew, would do and say nothing until he heard Oriel's choice.
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An Odonian's goal is positive, not negative. Suffering is dysfunctional, except as a bodily warning against danger. Psychologically and socially it's merely destructive.
The Jewel
There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.