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OK booze, let’s make a deal, God will be my witness, I’ll keep you at 4 % and below, and you make me famous.

Okey." Charming leaned back and rocked the chair on two legs. "Let's asses the situation. We've got a fourteen-fot green-spiked dragon, male, possible in molt, chipped upper-left fang missing one claw on the right hind foot, three claws each on the other foots, chested head, dorsal ridge, apparently healthy, containintly vicios. Presently aspleep in a confined space." "um," said Ann, "That's about the way I see it too.

Okeydokey,” I said to myself. “Provisions, check. Clothes, check. Enough explosives to pose a legitimate threat to multiple small countries-“ I eyed the duffel bags that Gazzy and Iggy had packed- “check.

Ok, fair enough, people have the right to know! But is their right to know more important than my right to safety? Why should I reveal something about myself that will put me in danger? Why do you keep quiet about being a vampire?

O kraju świadczą jego Zwierzęta. Stosunek do Zwierząt. Jeżeli ludzie zachowują się bestialsko wobec Zwierząt, nie pomoże im żadna demokracja ani w ogóle nic.

OK, Reg and me will help you up, come on-' 'Me? But I can't stand heights!' 'I thought you could turn into a bat?' 'Yeah, but a very nervous one!

Okrem toho: poznám veľmi dobrý liek proti strachu z neurčitých udalostí a z budúcnosti. Je trocha príkry, ale stopercentný: kto sa bojí budúcnosti, nech sa stane zlodejom, vrahom, prostitútkou, skrátka kriminálnikom. Taký človek nikdy nemá strach, ako bude zajtra – ak už je teda v base – vie, že zajtre bude iba bližšie k slobode. A toto je súčasne príklad aj pre čistých, čo stále vidia len čerta na stene. Trocha zhrešte, a nebudete sa hnevať na štát. Čistota totiž – a myslím ozajstnú a úprimnú – má jeden háčik: človek očakáva za ňu odmenu. Ak ste pričistí, začnete mať strach, aby ten špinavší nevzal vašu odmenu. To je strach z budúcnosti.

Okres wikiński, który zapoczątkował na Wyspach Brytyjskich przerażająco brutalny najazd, zakończył się zastawem nie wykupionym przez skandynawskiego monarchę, który przekonał się, że ceną nowoczesności jest między innymi niemożność wyruszenia na wyprawę łupieską dla zdobycia potrzebnej gotówki.

OK, she’s dead and you feel guilty, and feeling guilt isn’t something you enjoy. Too bad. Get used to it. Why the hell should you escape guilt? It’s part of being human. Or hadn’t you noticed?

Ok.. So are you goin’a let him bluetube your tweeter?

Ok so cotton is the fabric of our lives. But coffee is the liquid of our lives.

One cannot uphold, and withstand other's conduct if it has a lack of self-control.

OK, so … hugging. How does that go? You sort of … stretch your arms out …” He does so too robotically, too broadly. It looks kind of like he’s trying to find a boulder to slot into the space he’s made between his chest and his hands. He looks like Donkey Kong, I think, and then I giggle. “What? I’m getting this soooo right. I just have to clamp these things around you, now …

O.K., so I’m not so smart. I’m working class. But it’s the working class that keeps the world running, and it’s the working class that gets exploited. What the hell kind of revolution have you got just tossing out big words that working-class people can’t understand? What the hell kind of social revolution is that? I mean, I’d like to make the world a better place, too. If somebody’s really being exploited, we’ve got to put a stop to it. That’s what I believe, and that’s why I ask questions. Am I right, or what?

O.K., so I'm not so smart. I'm working class. But it's the working class that keeps the world running, and it's the working class that gets exploited. What the hell kind of revolution have you got just tossing out big words that working-class people can't understand? What the hell kind of social revolution is that? I mean, I'd like to make the world a better place, too. If somebody's really being exploited, we've got to put a stop to it. That's what I believe, and that's why I ask questions.

Ok! So that's the spice. Typical gossips for or against a qualified newcomer!

OK, so the guy is cool, but... I mean own up, this is barking time, this is major lunch, this is stool approaching critical mass, this is... this is... total vocabulary failure!

- OK, suponhamos que vai à copa - disse ela -, e duas pessoas que quem gosta estão lá, suponhamos que uma das pessoas está a contar uma história divertida, você ri-se um pouco, sente-se incluído, toda a gente tem tanta graça, e volta para a sua secretária com uma espécie de, não sei, brilho, mas depois às quatro ou cinco da tarde o dia transformou-se em apenas mais um, e continua assim, a ansiar pelas cinco da tarde e depois pelo fim de semana e depois pelas duas ou três semanas de férias pagas anuais, dia após dia, e é isso que acontece à sua vida.

O.K., then, all right, they would adopt a white-trash dog. Ha ha. They could name it Zeke, buy it a little corncob pipe and a straw hat. She imagined the puppy, having crapped on the rug, looking up at her, going, Cain’t hep it. But no. Had she come from a perfect place? Everything was transmutable. She imagined the puppy grown up, entertaining some friends, speaking to them in a British accent: My family of origin was, um, rather not, shall we say, of the most respectable... Ha ha, wow, the mind was amazing, always cranking out these—

OK then, picture daddy; whenever you’re afraid just close your eyes and picture me. I’ll be all that exists in your world and I promise to protect you.

OK. The trick is when you've said something embarrassing by mistake is not to overreact. Instead, keep your chin up and pretend nothing happened.

Ok, this farmer is driving down the road in his truck and he comes to a state cop in the middle of the road with the blue flashing and everything, and the farmer asks, What's the problem, Officer? The cop looks worried and nods on ahead where this pig is sitting right in the middle of the road-big damn pig- and the cop says, Got a problem with this pig in the road. So the farmer says, Hmmm. And the cop says, Hey I got an idea, Why don't we load this pig into your truck and then you take him to the zoo? And the farmer says, Well, I reckon we could do that. So they load they pig into the farmer's truck and off the farmer drives and that's that. So the next day the cop is out there on the road again because that is his usual speed trap, and who do you think drives by? The farmer--and sitting right next to him in the cab is the pig. And the pig's wearing a baseball hat! The farmer and the pig just go cruising by. So the cop shakes off the unreality of the whole situation, fires up the blue flashing light and sirens and gets scratch in 3 gears tearing out after the farmer, and caught up pretty soon and pulls the farmer over and walks up to the truck. The farmer looks real casual and says, Yessir. The cop says, Hey, I thought I told you to take that pig to the zoo! And the farmer says, I did! We had a good time, too, so today I thought we'd go to the ball game. HA! HA! HA!

ok, this is london baby, every one free they are just belong to their emotions if some one feel and if not then they are machine for future... thats it

Okuduğun kitaptaki becerikli ve kederli kahraman bendim; mermer taşlar, iri sütunlar ve karanlık kayalar arasından rehberimle birlikte yeraltındaki kıpır kıpır hayatın mahkumlarına koşan ve yıldızlarla kaplı yedi kat göğün merdivenlerinden çıkan yolcu bendim; uçurumu aşan köprünün öteki ucundaki sevgilisine, "Ben senim!" diye seslenen ve yazarı onu kayırdığı için sigara küllüğündeki zehir izlerini çözen kül yutmaz dedektif bendim... Sen sabırsız, sessizce sayfayı çevirirdin. Aşk için cinayetler işledim, atımla Fırat Nehrini geçtim, piramitlere gömüldüm, kardinalleri öldürdüm: "Canım, ne anlatıyor o kitap öyle?" Sen evli barklı ev kadını, ben akşam o eve dönmüş kocaydım: "Hiç." En son otobüs, en boş otobüs bütün boşluğuyla evin önünden geçerken koltuklarımız karşılıklı titrerdi. Sen elinde kapağı kartondan kitap, ben elimde okuyamadığım gazete, sorardım: "Kahramanı ben olsam beni sever miydin?" "Saçmalama!" Gecenin acımasız sessizliği diye yazardı okuduğun kitaplar, sessizliğin acımasızlığı nedir bilirdim.

Old Instrument Engineers never die, They just get deranged

Old is Bold.

Oku neden çıkardın?" diye sordu Emma. "Çünkü birisi... seni bir okla vurduğunda..." dedi Jules nefes nefese. "... ilk tepkin... ok için teşekkürler, sanırım bir süre orada tutacağım, olmaz." "Espri anlayışını hâlâ kaybetmediğini bilmek güzel.

OK. Yoga position 99.

O, lack and doubt and fear can only come Because of plenty, confidence, and love! They are the shadow-forms about their feet, Because they are not perfect crystal-clear To the all-searching sun in which they live. Dread of its loss is Beauty’s certain seal!

Olaf was a genius. This, she realized, watching the snowman struggle, was love. Olaf had been willing to put himself in danger because he didn't want to see her get hurt. Love wasn't the canned romantic declarations. That was nothing but fluff. That was what Hans had thrown at her and what she had mistaken for love. Pure, true love was what Olaf was showing her right now - sacrifice.

Ola La Palma, goodbye United Kingdom.

Ô l'amour d'une mère ! amour que nul n'oublie Pain merveilleux qu'un dieu partage et multiplie Table toujours servie au paternel foyer Chacun en a sa part, et tous l'ont tout entier

Olanna gently placed a pillow beneath her head and sat thinking about how a single act could reverberate over time and space and leave stains that could never be washed off. She thought about how ephemeral life was, about not choosing misery.

Olası olmayanın gerçekleşmesi, olasılığın sınırları içindedir.

Old age ain't no place for sissies.

Old age and death are in the natural course of things. There is nothing a doctor can do about them.

Old age begins when reflection overcomes planning.

Old age had distilled her down to her essence.

Old age has a great sense of calm and freedom when the passions relax their hold, then, as Sophocles says, we are free from the grasp, not of one mad master only, but of many.

Old age has its compensations. More than ever I see each day as a gift from God. It is also a time to reflect back on God’s goodness over the years and an opportunity to assure others that God truly is faithful to His promises.

Old Age homes are civilization's dumpsites for human beings who it cannot exploit further.

Old age. I don't know when it really starts, and I'm not interested in finding out. Julia pretty much ignored the whole thing, and that may be the only real lesson there is for the end of our days. Just pretend like it isn't happening, until you have no choice but to accept reality. If you're lucky, like Julia, you'll die peacefully in your sleep after having enjoyed a dinner of onion soup.

Old age is a Gift

Old age is catching up with me, or am I catching up with it?

Old age is crimson leaves of your soul gliding softly on the timeless edges of eternity.

On days like this, baseball would make Michael as happy as it ever did. No umpires. No coaches. No rules except the ones you made up.

Old age is, it occurs to Busner as he lies stranded on his side staring at the clock radio, a form of institutionalisation -- it deprives you of your identity and supplies another, simpler one, it takes away your clothing and issues you with a uniform of slack-waisted trousers, threadbare jackets and moth-eaten cardigans, togs that are either coming from or going to charity shops. This done, it commits you to a realm at once confined and unbounded, an atrophying circuit of corridors that connect strip-lit and overheating rooms where you fade away your days reading day-old newspapers and specialist magazines -- albeit not ones relating to the specialty that awaits you.

Old age is meant to slow us down just before the final destination; otherwise reaching the stop would be too abrupt." - On Old Age

Old age is not a limitation or that your time have expired. Retirement is not that you are tired.You have more experience

Old age is not just for grown up's