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ORTHOGRAPHY, n. The science of spelling by the eye instead of the ear. By Ambrose Bierce Orthography Ear Science Spelling Eye

I'm always giving myself the Alzheimer's test. My shrink told me to do this. It takes one minute. You name every word that comes to mind that begins with the letter F. By Ray Romano Alzheimer Test Giving Minute Shrink

Some seeksolace inwhiskey,I drown mysorrowsin ink. By Noor Shirazie Ink Seeksolace Inwhiskeyi Drown Mysorrowsin

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. By Michele Amitrani Ideas Truths Thoughts Projects Realized

Guess what hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia means? Fear of long words. Isn't that the coolest?" - Kevin McGill in Madhattan Mystery By John J. Bonk Guess Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia Kevin Mystery Fear

Write it down and it will come alive. By Efrat Israeli Write Alive

Billy, I can't even pick my nose without using a finger." Sometimes my mouth should stop and consult my brain before it says anything. Billy got this wide-eyed look of admiration that belonged on a nine-year-old boy. It said, Wow, that was really gross, and, more important, How come I didn't think of it? My mouth consulted my brain this time, and I asked, "I don't suppose you could just forget I said that?" "No," Billy said, in a tone that matched the admiration still in his eyes. "I don't think I can. I'm going to have to tell that one to Robert." "Melinda will kill you. By C.e. Murphy Billy Finger Pick Nose Mouth

The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box. By Janet Fitch Box Word Rattled Head Rocks

The stupidest word Jason could have imagined. Utter nonsense. Supposedly it would unmake Maldor. He repeated the odd syllables in his mind, varying the inflection. If it failed, he could always try supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. By Brandon Mull Jason Imagined Stupidest Word Maldor

One misspoken word and the world will no longer know you. Mark Andrew Ramsay By Brendan Carroll Ramsay Misspoken Word World Longer

My eyes! I'm blind! By Darren Shan Eyes Blind

Slowly my body grows a single sound, slowly I become a bell, an oval, disembodied vowel, I grow, an owl, an aureole, white firepoesia Metamorfosi, I. Luna By Derek Walcott Slowly Metamorfosi Luna Sound Bell

Listen to me," I snarled. "We are not going to die!" Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" "No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die." He blinked. "Polka will never die!" I shouted at him. "Say it!" He swallowed. "Polka will never die?" "Again!" "P-p-polka will never die," he stammered. I shook him a little. "Louder!" "Polka will never die!" he shrieked. "We're going to make it!" I shouted. "Polka will never die!" Butters screamed. "I can't believe I'm hearing this," Thomas muttered. I shot my half brother a warning look, released Butters, and said, "Get ready to open the door. By Jim Butcher Die Polka Butters Listen Snarled

Awe is the best drug in the world By Jason Silva Awe World Drug

my incessantly syllable-excreting mind By Gunter Grass Mind Incessantly Syllableexcreting

Three Meatloaf HaikusOh yucky meatloafsitting under the hot lightsso gray and gristly.Nothing tastes worse thanyou, not cauliflower oreven lima beans.And what is that weirdthing sticking outa whisker?hair? a rubber band? By Jennifer L. Holm Hair Meatloaf Thanyou Whisker Haikusoh

OK, open your mouth. This won't hurt." Yorsabrim stretched his mouth open. He had been having some indigestion problems lately. The doctor inched forward and as she did, her eye slid from her socket and slipped down Yorsabrim's throat. A minute later her eye reappeared. She excused herself as she cleaned her eye with the appropriate solutions. When she returned her eye was back in its socket. "Everything looks fine to me, Captain. By Vincent Pet Eye Yorsabrim Open Mouth Socket

What is your name, Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters, But you wrote books and those books carry your name, said the doctor's wife, Now nobody can read them, it is as if they did not exist. By Jose Saramago Blind Books Voice Matters Wife

Hang tightHold onLook upStay strongHang onHold tightLook strongStay upOne day I might breakOne day I mightb r e a kfree By Tahereh Mafi Day Hang Kfree Tighthold Onlook

I say, "My trigger is everything in the universe."Everyone laughs.I stare back at them, one by one. I hate it when I make people laugh. It's unintentional. I don't joke. To clear this up, I stare at Dr. Billy for a long time. Yes, like a threat."I know we sometimes feel that way," says Dr. Billy, after absorbing my look with his fat face. "Of course. But part of the exercise is to hone it down and get more specific.""No," I say. "I'm being specific when I say that. Everything that exists, now, makes me angry. all. I don't know any other way to say it. all." I nod the last time I say "all"; I'm getting somewhere. By Patrick Somerville Universe Billy Trigger Laughsi Back

Hundreds of words await ostracism from our functional vocabularies: waltz and fizz and squeeze and booze and frozen pizza pie, frizzy and fuzzy and dizzy and duzzy, the visualization of emphyzeema-zapped Tarzans, wheezing and sneezing, holding glazed and anodized bazookas, seized by all the bizarrities of this zany zone we call home. Dazed or zombified citizens who recognize hazardous organizations of zealots in their hazy midst, too late - too late to size down. Immobilized we iz. Minimalized. Paralyzed. Zip Zap. ZZZZZZZZZ. Crazy.Crazy.Did I say crazy? By Mark Dunn Tarzans Hundreds Vocabularies Waltz Pie

Actually saying OMG out loud should only happen if you're being ironic or asking your phone for directions to the Oklahoma Meerkat Gardens. By Caprice Crane Gardens Omg Oklahoma Meerkat Loud

Om is the mysterious cosmic energy that is the substratum of all the things and all the being of the entire universe. It is the eternal song of the Divine. By Amit Ray Universe Mysterious Cosmic Energy Substratum

The pig says oink. By Rick Riordan Oink Pig

Lord, stamp eternity on my eyeballs. By Jonathan Edwards Lord Stamp Eyeballs Eternity

If writers wrote as carelessly as some people talk, then adhasdh asdglaseuyt[bn[ pasdlgkhasdfasdf. By Lemony Snicket Pasdlgkhasdfasdf Talk Asdglaseuyt Writers Wrote

Penetrate deep into the word "Om". Gradually the word will disappear and only the silence will remain. The word is a support. The meaning is within you. Om brings out that meaning which is hidden in your soul. By Amit Ray Word Penetrate Deep Meaning Gradually

Akthent on thee latht thyllable. By Bret Easton Ellis Akthent Thyllable Thee Latht

O to the M to the G! By H.j. Bellus

Bee there Orr Bee A Rectangular Thyng By Terry Pratchett Thyng Bee Orr Rectangular

JDAASDOOPCWCTSGM By Joel Roberts Jdaasdoopcwctsgm

Th blu nytth stRs u can't cth hum tht nevr gOs awy By Jennifer Egan Awy Blu Nytth Strs Cth

The midge's wing beats to and fro A thousand times ere one can utter O. By Coventry Patmore Midge Wing Beats Fro Thousand

When Uncle Bob (or Ted or Ray) promised to send a shooting star over the house to mark a young listener's birthday, the young listener, who had hung out the window for an hour without seeing the star, questioned not Uncle Bob (or Ted or Ray), but his own eyesight. By Vincent Canby Bob Ray Ted Uncle Young

spoon, jar, jar jar spoon By Tommy Cooper Spoon Jar

But I cannot flash fire from my eyes unless I am very angry.""Can't you get angry 'bout something, please?" asked Ojo."I'll try. You just say 'Krizzle-Kroo' to me.""Will that make you angry?" inquired the boy."Terribly angry.""What does it mean?" asked Scraps."I don't know; that's what makes me so angry," replied the Woozy. By L. Frank Baum Ojo Angry Angry Asked Bout

If laughter is the best medicine, let's OD together. By Michael P. Clutton Medicine Laughter

proselytizing unknown alphabets augments the range of rapacity in your nerves By Abdul Rehman Proselytizing Nerves Unknown Alphabets Augments

poxy shitweasel, By Kevin Hearne Poxy Shitweasel

What's this ""A needle.""What should I do with it " He'd walked right into it. Too easy. "Please use it to pop your head. It's obscuring my view of the room. By Ilona Andrews Needle Walked Easy Head Room

Why don't you laugh? If I did not laugh I should die, and you need this medicine as much as I do. By Abraham Lincoln Laugh Die Medicine

My fingers burn behind the keys of my typewriter, the lettering fading with every thoughtful strike. The many words I write I dare not stall; my mind perpetually alert for my magnum opus call. By A.k. Kuykendall Typewriter Strike Fingers Burn Keys

when we were kidslaying around the lawnon ourbellieswe often talkedabouthowwe'd like todieandwe allagreed on thesamething;we'd alllike to diefucking(althoughnone of ushaddone anyfucking)and nowthatwe are hardlykidsany longerwe think moreabouthownot todieandalthoughwe'rereadymost ofuswouldprefer todo italoneunder thesheetsnowthatmost ofushave fuckedour livesaway. By Charles Bukowski Thesamething Diefucking Althoughnone Anyfucking Livesaway

You are right john cohen - quazimodo was right - mozart was right ... . I cannot say the word eye any more ... . when I speak this word eye, it is as if I am speaking of somebody's eye that I faintly remember ... . there is no eye - there is only a series of mouths - long live the mouths - your rooftop - if you don't already know - has been demolished ... . eye is plasma & you are right about that too - you are lucky - you don't have to think about such things as eye & rooftops & quazimodo. By Bob Dylan Eye Cohen Mozart John Quazimodo

Say 'Ah.'"A-H-H-H-H, he fingerspelled.Doctor Frost glanced at his mother."He just said 'ah' for you," she said weakly, and smiling."Okay, sense of humor intact," the doctor said. "Try anyway. By David Wroblewski Frost Mother Weakly Smiling Sense

Gimme an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! What's it spell? HEAD FUCK.- Jane By J.r. Ward Gimme Jane Head Spell Fuck

What's infinity plus one?" I interrupted Katy, asking Finn my own question. "It's still infinity," Finn said, sighing."Wrong. It's two.""Oh yeah? How do you figure?"I pointed at Finn and said, "Infinity." Then I pointed at myself and said, "Plus one. That's two, genius.""I really wish I hadn't told you my name.""Ha. Gotcha! You think you're so good at math, but I just stumped you. By Amy Harmon Finn Katy Wrong Pointed Question

There is darkness on your lanternand pumpkins in your wind.and Oh, they clutter up your mindwith their senseless bumpingwhile your heart is like a sea gullfrozen into a long distance telephone call.I'd like to take the darknessoff your lantern and change the pumpkinsinto sky fields of ordered cometsand disconnect the refrigerator telephonethat frightens your heart into standingstill. By Richard Brautigan Heart Telephone Standingstill Darkness Lanternand

There are a hundred pathways to Om. Unfortunately, I sometimes think someone left a rake lying across a lot of them. By Terry Pratchett Hundred Pathways Left Rake Lying

Today we have discovered the word that could not be said. I By Ayn Rand Today Discovered Word

My jaw drops to form a capital O, as in, O Holy Shit. By Jeri Smith-Ready Shit Holy Jaw Drops Form

Om is a living phenomenon and it has its own mood. Depending on its mood the meaning will be revealed to you. By Amit Ray Mood Living Phenomenon Depending Meaning

He pointed to the board where the word 'alliteration' had been written in handwriting far better than mine, which on good days looks like it came from the hand of a blind doctor writing his own morphine scripts in an earthquake. By Robert Wilder Alliteration Word Mine Earthquake Pointed

Don't tell me you have OCD about this?""OCD, ADHD - pretty sure if they come up with some new acronym tomorrow I'd have it. By Cyma Rizwaan Khan Adhd Ocd Pretty Acronym Tomorrow

Somxtimxs I gxt to thinking that what I do doxsn't mattxr. But whxn I start thinking that way, I rxmxmbxr my old typxwritxr. Most of the kxys workxd finx most of thx timx. But onx day, onx of thx kxys stoppxd working altogxthxr. And that rxally mxssxd xvxrything up. So whxn I'm txmptxd to say, I'm only onx pxrson, it won't makx much diffxrxnce if I don't do this quitx right, I rxmxbxr my old typewriter. And I say to myself, "I am a kxy pxrson and I am nxxdxd vxry much By Tom Connellan Thinking Somxtimxs Mattxr Onx Gxt

I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G.""Sausages. By Adam Rex Sausages Spy Eye Starts

I've got an odometer on my voice that has out-odometered an odometer on an automobile. By Al Jarreau Odometer Automobile Voice Outodometered

The long eyelids beat and lift: a burning needleprick stings and quivers in the velvet iris. By James Joyce Lift Iris Long Eyelids Beat

I amOpposite of weakOpposite of slackSynonym of heatSynonym of crackClosest to the peakFar from a punk Y'all ought to stop talkingAnd start trying to catch up By Mike Shinoda Yall Amopposite Weakopposite Slacksynonym Heatsynonym

It's absolutely chilling to think that I've been working on a comic-book series called 'Optic Nerve' since I was sixteen. By Adrian Tomine Optic Nerve Called Sixteen Absolutely

I remembered the last time I put this thing into my eye it was more painful than watching old political speeches while listening to the "Macarena" and having a root canal performed by an angry, clumsy chimp. By John Zakour Macarena Angry Clumsy Chimp Remembered

ODTAA syndrome: the syndrome of One Damn Thing After Another. By Atul Gawande Odtaa Damn Thing Syndrome

You ARE Zaphod Beeblebrox?' 'Yeah,' said Zaphod, 'but don't shout it out or they'll all want one.' 'THE Zaphod Beeblebrox?' 'No, just A Zaphod Beeblebrox, didn't you hear I come in six packs?' 'But sir,' it squealed, 'I just heard on the sub-ether radio report. It said you were dead ... ' 'Yeah, that's right, I just haven't stopped moving yet. By Douglas Adams Beeblebrox Zaphod Yeah Shout Packs

The thirst for blood gnawed at my guts. I had another drag of my cigarette instead. And even with the Marlboro smoke tickling my nose hairs and prickling my eyes, I knew it when Michael, my heart of hearts, entered my long-range sensors. Sure, I could smell him. But I could smell about four hundred other people nearby, too. Michael? I felt him. I was a giant tuning fork, and he was the note that had just bent up to meet my quivering harmonic. By Anonymous Guts Michael Thirst Blood Gnawed

SOUL SHINEYou know that thingYou do so well,That little sparkYou hideIn the dark,That you thinkNobodyKnowsAboutButYou?Well,Did you knowThatThere'sA sheenThat you beam,When you talkOr doAnything,That everyoneKnowsAboutButYou? By Suzy Kassem Soul Thinknobodyknowsaboutbutyou Welldid Everyoneknowsaboutbutyou Shineyou

Onealoneappearsasdiverseonaccountofignorance By Anonymous Onealoneappearsasdiverseonaccountofignorance

How easy would it be to let the words uncurl from my tongue and glide slowly into the space between us? Let them light up the room in bright-orange neon: Here's your answer! Here's what you need to know! It's an incredible thing to have that kind of power. To know that your words could change everything. By Jennifer Wolf Kam Easy Uncurl Tongue Glide Slowly

I own your pleastrong>sstrong>ure, strong>sstrong>weet Ellie. You come when I strong>sstrong>ay you can, understrong>sstrong>tood? By M.s. Force Sstrong Ellie Ure Strong Pleastrong

It was written all in O, or nearly so, and all the O's are gone," said Andrea. "When coat is cat, and boat is bat, and goatherd looks like gathered, and booth is both, since both are bth, the reader's eye is bothered.""And power is power, and zero zer, and, worst of all, a hero's her." The old man sighed as he said it. "Anoon is ann, and moan is man." Andrea smiled as she said it."And shoe," Andreus said, "is she.""Ah, woe," the old man said, "is we. By James Thurber Man Andrea Written Power Anoon

I feel something like hands around my throat, threatening to squeeze the life from me. Each word tightens the grip, as if ink alone can strangle me. For a second, I fear I might not breathe again. By Victoria Aveyard Throat Threatening Feel Hands Squeeze

Obstreperous, 'huh," said Tad. "I see you've been using that Big Word of the Day calendar I got you last Christmas." "That is irrefragable," I told him solemnly. By Patricia Briggs Tad Obstreperous Huh Christmas Big

Slowly, Rupert Greeves raised his head. His eyelids fluttered and the corner of his mouth twitched up. 'What,' he asked the world, 'can you do to erase my laughter? By N.d. Wilson Rupert Slowly Greeves Head Raised

will-o'-the-wisp By Amor Towles Willo Thewisp

I wish you'd wash your mind-ears out! Organazoomers. They're how you travel inside a soultree. Don't you know anything? By Katherine Roberts Wash Mindears Organazoomers Soultree Travel

Rick, I'm holding a do-I-give-a-shit-ometer in my hand, and the needle's not moving. Shut up. By Douglas Coupland Rick Hand Moving Holding Needle

Write itLike itRead itHate itRewrite itDone By Steven M. Nedeau Write Itdone Itlike Itread Ithate

my eye lest I be invaded by By Ivan Doig Eye Invaded

He threw his hands to his eyes and hissed. Like the hiss of incinerating ashes. 'What is this bright, orange orb in the sky that mocks me with its warmth? By Jesikah Sundin Hissed Threw Hands Eyes Ashes

Can you imagine a world in which the letter O does not exist? My name would be Thm Yrke. Think about that. By Thom Yorke Exist Yrke Imagine World Letter

So it goes as I work my way down the page, and each cluster of marks is a word, and each word is a sound in my head, and each time I write another word, I hear the sound of my own voice, even though my lips are silent. By Paul Auster Word Sound Page Head Voice

I saw your name in lights last night. It's the middle of the night, and I can't sleep, thinking all my trumpeting thoughts, and I get out of bed, open the curtains, and look into the night full of stars, and you know what I saw? Your name. Like the stars joined up and spelled the word for me. Like a sign. By Jaclyn Moriarty Night Lights Stars Sleep Thinking

Reparations," said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding.Will looked at him in puzzlement. "Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine is 'genuphobia'. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.""What's the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?" inquired Jessamine. By Cassandra Clare Reparations Jem Suddenly Setting Puzzlement

Ozzy has dyslexia. By Zakk Wylde Ozzy Dyslexia

When I was a med student, the first patient I met with this sort of problem was a sixty-two-year-old man with a brain tumor. We strolled into his room on morning rounds, and the resident asked him, "Mr. Michaels, how are you feeling today?" "Four six one eight nineteen!" he replied, somewhat affably. The tumor had interrupted his speech circuitry, so he could speak only in streams of numbers, but he still had prosody, he could still emote: smile, scowl, sigh. He recited another series of numbers, this time with urgency. There was something he wanted to tell us, but the digits could communicate nothing other than his fear and fury. The team prepared to leave the room; for some reason, I lingered. "Fourteen one two eight," he pleaded with me, holding my hand. "Fourteen one two eight." "I'm sorry." "Fourteen one two eight," he said mournfully, staring into my eyes. And then I left to catch up to the team. He died a few months later, buried with whatever message he had for the world. By Paul Kalanithi Fourteen Student Man Med Patient

I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind. By Jandy Nelson Walls Books Clocks Stones Wind

Damn," Crystal sputtered, looking up from the dictionary in disbelief. "Oenophlygia: the state of being dunk. It really is a word".Johnny gloated unabashedly. "Just wouldn't listen, would you? Just couldn't stand that I might be way ahead of the game. Word to the wise," he added with a superior smirk. "Don't mess with a man of my experience in that arena. By Cindy Gerard Crystal Damn Sputtered Disbelief Oenophlygia

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It'strong>sstrong> justrong>sstrong>t astrong>sstrong> idiotic to strong>sstrong>ay there istrong>sstrong> no life after death astrong>sstrong> it istrong>sstrong> to strong>sstrong>ay there istrong>sstrong> one. By Jeanne Moreau Sstrong Istrong Strong Astrong Itstrong

Oh, hello there, my name's Ozzy Osbourne, and I've been bonking groupies for a couple of months, and I think my knob might be about to fall off, would you mind terribly giving me a shot of penicillin to make sure my missus doesn't get whatever I've got? By Anonymous Osbourne Ozzy Months Bonking Groupies

Oops, I thought. Oops is an all-purpose word standing for every bit of profanity, blasphemy, and pornographic and scatological execration I could think of. By Orson Scott Card Oops Thought Blasphemy Profanity Allpurpose

I mutter and mutter and no one to listen. I speak my words in Japanese and my daughter will not hear them. The words that come from our ears, our mouths, they collide in the space between us."Obachan, please! I wish you would stop that. Is it too much to ask for some peace and quiet? You do this on purpose, don't you? Don't you! I just want some peace. Just stop! Please, just stop.""Gomennasai. Waruine, Obachan wa. Solly. Solly."Ha! Keiko, there is method in my madness. I could stand on my head and quote Shakespeare until I had a nosebleed, but to no avail, no one hears my language. So I sit and say the words and will, until the wind or I shall die. Someone, something must stand against this wind and I will. I am. By Hiromi Goto Mutter Words Obachan Listen Japanese

Numbersign questionmark you" and "Asterisk exclamation point the world. By Daniel Handler Asterisk Numbersign World Questionmark Exclamation

i gut fruit with my mouthpush tongue into black belly of papayapeel lychee with teethbite into ripe pearsuck on stone of mangoall of this, over the kitchen sinkbarefootmiddle of wintersticky hands pushing hair away from facemoaning into sweet fleshthe whole timeyour name flat against the roof of my mouth. By Warsan Shire Mouth Gut Fruit Mouthpush Tongue

Ale Perez What happened to your right hand? TCKeller hucky made me finger-spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious untill he got it right. it took an hour and a half. i still can't hold a fork. what's the favour. By Steve Kluger Perez Ale Hand Happened Tckeller

Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns By Andrew Marvell Reigns Blind Oneeyed Blinkard

If you hesitate before going into a dark room, or are wondering what that noise really was then I have acheieved my perpose By Rabbi Cohen Room Perpose Hesitate Dark Wondering

Before the eyes shutthis knife shines snow-bright once more through the inner organsas using a nuclear bomb to light a cigarsends lung cancer across the earthto parting lovers By Xiaobo Liu Lovers Eyes Shutthis Knife Shines

I love hiccups and I love sneezes and I love blinks and I love belches and I love gluttons. I love hair. I love bears. For me, the round. For me, the world. By Giannina Braschi Love Gluttons Hiccups Sneezes Blinks

Maybe if I point to my brain it will work ... By Chris Cheney Work Point Brain

Oh. It was one those ohs that came packed with layers of meaning - none of which merely meant oh. By Nicki Elson Meaning Ohs Packed Layers Meant