Quotes of: Oh-yeah Keyword

Oh yes. It was well worth it, doing things the proper way.

The Slow Regard of Silent Things

Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Oh Lord of melons, of mercy, though I am not ready, nor worthy, I am climbing towards you.

Thirst

Oh, you are well tuned now, But I’ll set down the pegs that make this music, As honest as I am.

Othello

Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.

Othello

I should have known right then that I was dreaming. But oh how we hang on to dreams even when we are gifted the largest of clues.

Pelican Bay

Oh, my friends, that your self be in your deed as the mother is in her child - let that be your word concerning virtue!

The Portable Nietzsche

First, I’m going to teach you how to Irish Whip someone.” “Oh, that sounds kinky. I want my safeword to be peaches,” I said, grinning.

Prize Package

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

Paper Towns

Do I hear a challenge?” she whispers, “Oh, Carlos. You know I can’t resist a challenge.

Rules of Attraction

Ronan said, "I'm always straight." Adam replied "Oh, man, that's the biggest lie you've ever told.

The Raven Boys

Err, sorry Father Abbot. I tripped y'see. Trod on my Abbot, Father Habit. Oh dear, I mean....

Redwall

oh well, is it hurting anyone? Because if its not and you’ve been given it, I’d as soon stop calling it a thing and start referring to it as a gift.

Thanks for the Memories

I say yes, turn the other cheek, and let me slap your butt again. Forgiveness can be oh so naughty.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

If I were a shovel salesman, my biggest customers would be murderers. Oh, and spurned lovers trying to bury the past.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

My nostrils smell, but not to you. Oh, they have no odor, unless you count the scent of nostalgia, which is what they always smell like.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

The dog looked up in entreaty. Liquid brown eyes begged: Take me with you. I’ll be good. Oh, the lies that dogs told.

Unraveled

VLADIMIR: Moron! ESTRAGON: Vermin! VLADIMIR: Abortion! ESTRAGON: Morpion! VLADIMIR: Sewer-rat! ESTRAGON: Curate! VLADIMIR: Cretin! ESTRAGON: ( ). Crritic! VLADIMIR: Oh!

Waiting for Godot

Seriously. Poor little me can deal with having mated a millionaire.” “Oh, you found someone else? With less money?

Wolf Line

Oh I'd be more than happy to hold, I'll just spend the time working on that brain tumor.

Write like no one is reading

Miss Masters was not content with threatening to hire away his staff, oh no. First, she had to perfume it.

Written on Your Skin