Osgood Quotes & Sayings

Compared to the spoken word, a picture is a pitiful thing, indeed. — Charles Osgood

Even as human vitality is at its lowest ebb in the early morning, so it is with plant life in the early spring. — Mabel Osgood Wright

[Judy Price] Osgood was among about half a dozen [Hillary] Clinton friends who I sat down with more than a year ago before she announced her candidacy. — Tamara Keith

Judy Price Osgood is a longtime friend of Clinton's, and she says she meets people regularly who say they don't like [Hillary] Clinton. — Tamara Keith

To go about your work with pleasure, to greet others with a word of encouragement, to be happy in the present and confident in the future; this is to have achieved some measure of success in living. — Edwin Osgood Grover

Why has no one written a November rhapsody with plenty of lilt and swing? The poets who are moved at all by this month seem only stirred to lamentation, giving us year end and 'melancholy days' remarks, thereby showing that theory is stronger than observation among the rhyming brotherhood, or else that they have chronic indigestion and no gardens to stimulate them. — Mabel Osgood Wright

It was while making newspaper deliveries, trying to miss the bushes and hit the porch, that I first learned the importance of accuracy in journalism. — Charles Osgood

Labor is rest from the sorrows that greet us; from all the petty vexations that meet us; from the sin-promptings that assail us; from the world-sirens that lure us to ill — Frances Sargent Osgood

It's really an optimistic show. I think most of the people in this country are optimistic, too. — Charles Osgood

Surely there is no greater garden for human-nature study than the flotsam and jetsam of the hospital. — Mabel Osgood Wright

Why is it that so many people think that charity consists in giving away merely what they cannot use instead of the article the recipient needs? — Mabel Osgood Wright

I have always noticed that when people consider others eccentric, it is because they are reveling in some form of enjoyment that their critics can neither compass nor share ... — Mabel Osgood Wright

I've told you guys before, goalies don't think. — Chris Osgood

It is really astonishing how few colors are inharmonious when they are profusely massed and have green for a background. — Mabel Osgood Wright

Nature, when undisturbed, is never monotonous, you know. Even when using green, the most frequent color on her palette, she throws in contrasting tints by way of expression, and you will seldom see two sides of a leaf of the same hue, and the leaf stem frequently gives a good dash of bronze or purple. — Mabel Osgood Wright

What's the good of having news an' ye must coop it? It's like cold veal pie upon the chest for supper, the same being over old, under done, and dry o' gravy. — Mabel Osgood Wright

Geometry is the noblest branch of physics. — William Fogg Osgood

Love is the greatest of educators. — Frances Sargent Osgood

Within the oyster's shell uncouth
The purest pearl may hide,
Trust me you'll find a heart of truth
Within that rough outside. — Frances Sargent Osgood

I don't look forward to the day because I don't like to see guys get traded that I like, or other guys. I didn't want to get traded from the Islanders but then when I did, reality set in that I'd been traded. It's a wild day. It's a crazy day. — Chris Osgood

While some of us may know than others about certain things, it is the thinnest slice of all that is, or could be known. In that sense, we are all profoundly ignorant. — Charles Osgood

I again invoke my favorite analogy for eating disorders: abusive lovers. And what do you do when someone is in an abusive relationship? You don't allow visitation rights, weekly dates. You don't put them in the vicinity of or let the abuser flirt with them. You keep them the fuck away. — Kelsey Osgood

Mother love is invariably held sacred, as it should be, but why has father love never had its due? — Mabel Osgood Wright

Being Politically Correct means always having to say you're sorry. — Charles Osgood

In the city at best one lives the life of others, the life of the shop, the street, the crowd, while in the country one must live one's own life. — Mabel Osgood Wright

The dimensions of the radio are truly to be treasured. — Charles Osgood

The dignity of labor depends not on what you do, but how you do it. — Edwin Osgood Grover

No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love's delicious melancholy. — Frances Sargent Osgood

Mark Twain said, "Humor is mankind's greatest blessing." Dorsey Bing said, "I'll take womankind's greatest blessing: more wine. — CeCe Osgood

We spend a good part of our lives trying desperately to convince ourselves as well as everybody else that we know more than we really do. — Charles Osgood

Santa Claus is anyone who loves another and seeks to make them happy; who gives himself by thought or word or deed in every gift that he bestows; who shares his joys with those who are sad; whose hand is never closed against the needy; whose arm is ever outstretched to aid the week; whose sympathy is quick and genuine in time of trouble; who recognizes a comrade and brother in every man he meets upon life's common road; who lives his life throughout the entire year in the Christmas spirit. — Edwin Osgood Grover

That's a number that in broadcasting is unimaginable. — Charles Osgood

The mark of a good team is how it reacts when things aren't going in its favor. — Chris Osgood

Scientists are like atomic nuclei. They are more easily split than fused ... — Charles Osgood

I used everything as a positive
to make me a better person and
a better player. I have no regrets.
Everytime I had to play a big game,
I played a big game. I used some of
the skepticism as a positive and motivation. — Chris Osgood

He whom nature thus bereaves,
Is ever fancy's favourite child;
For thee enchanted dreams she weaves
Of changeful beauty, bright and wild. — Frances Sargent Osgood

PAXTON OSGOOD'S FUTURE HUSBAND
Will be kind
Will be funny
Will be accepting
Will be be able to cook
Will be a good kisser
Will always surprise me
Will argue with me and sometimes let me win,
but not always
Will be mysterious
Will always love me, no matter what I look like
Mama will not like him, which means
I will love him even more — Sarah Addison Allen

I don't doubt myself ever, but people that don't know me do. I've been playing for 15 years, and have the most playoffs wins in Wings history for a reason, and not because I'm a bad goalie. — Chris Osgood

The various earth odors all have a separate tale to tell, and the leaf mold of the woods bears a wholly different fragrance from that of the soil under pasture turf, or the breath that the garden gives off in great sighs of relief when it is relaxed and refreshed by a summer shower. — Mabel Osgood Wright

I'm going out with Colin Osgood today, and he's meeting me here. If you start making kissy noises, I will strip you of all your coffee privileges.
Rachel pretended to think seriously about it, then asked, "Can I make a joke?"
"No."
"A limerick?"
"No." "
Can I hum the "Wedding March" as you leave?"
"No. — Sarah Addison Allen

Paxton walked over to the box and opened it, still feeling a little of that thrill she used to have at the thought of party dresses, the fantasy of it all. She smiled when she saw the shimmering pink material, the sparkling jewels at the neckline. — Sarah Addison Allen

Pay attention to fate, Mrs. Osgood. It will always have the last word. — Lynn Cullen

What is life worth if one has nothing to give away? This lack, it seems to me, must be the sharpest pang of poverty. — Mabel Osgood Wright

It was Paxton Osgood, wearing a cute pink dress and gorgeous shoes. She was tall like her brother, but had wide curves, as if one of her angular French ancestors had scandalized everyone by marrying a pretty stout milkmaid, and several generations later, Paxton was the result. — Sarah Addison Allen

Did you ever hear
Of the frolic fairies dear?
They're a blessed little race,
Peeping up in fancy's face,
In the valley, on the hill,
By the fountain and the rill;
Laughing out between the leaves
That the loving summer weaves. — Frances Sargent Osgood

Call me names, dearest! Call me thy bird
That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word,
That folds its wild wings there, ne'er dreaming of flight,
That tenderly sings there in loving delight!
Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,
Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird! — Frances Sargent Osgood

An exile, ill in heart and frame,
A wanderer, weary of the way;
A stranger, without love's sweet claim
On any heart, go where I may! — Frances Sargent Osgood

Labor is rest
from the sorrow that greet us;
Rest from all petty vexations that meet us,
Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us,
Rest from the world-sirens that hire us to ill.
Work
and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow;
Work
thou shalt ride over Care's coming billow;
Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow!
Work with a stout heart and resolute will! — Frances Sargent Osgood

There are no exceptions to the rule that everybody likes to be an exception to the rule. — Charles Osgood

Imagine how terrifying it would be if we had to decide the beginnings of things for ourselves: as to what race we should belong, what sex, and all that, instead of placidly coming out of unconsciousness to find it all arranged! — Mabel Osgood Wright

off, but Osgood, the photographer, was already snoring softly. He was in the center seat, wedged between John Thigpen and — Sara Gruen

You and I are poets, Mrs. Osgood. Our job is to raise questions, not to answer them. — Lynn Cullen

Labor! all labor is noble and holy!
Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God. — Frances Sargent Osgood

With strength to meet sorrow, and faith to endure — Frances Sargent Osgood

To hallow'd duty
Here with a loyal and heroic heart,
Bind we our lives. — Frances Sargent Osgood

As weird as it is, as much as I love Southern California, the reality is I'm going to be somewhere else next season. — Kassim Osgood

It doesn't so much matter what one loves. To love is the transfiguring thing. — Mabel Osgood Wright

Neither a garden nor a gardener can be made in one year, nor in one generation even. — Mabel Osgood Wright

Takes a lot of spunk to spin gold from heartache, Mrs. Osgood. A lot of drive. Most of us can't do it. It's a mean world, Mrs. Osgood, mean and spiteful. — Lynn Cullen

I think the Mormon Tabernacle Choir is as great as it is because it's become it's a labor of love. They love what they do. — Charles Osgood

And yet we check and chide
The airy angels as they float about us,
With rules of so-called wisdom, till they grow
The same tame slaves to custom and the world. — Frances Sargent Osgood

Life is beautiful but people are crazy. — Charles Osgood

And wheresoever, in his rich creation,
Sweet music breathes
in wave, or bird, or soul
'Tis but the faint and far reverberation
Of that great tune to which the planets roll! — Frances Sargent Osgood

And then there are times, Mr. Osgood, when one must just let go." His gaze softened. "I believe," he said after a moment, "that those are the happiest of times. — Edgar Allan Poe

The townhouse was in a community called Waterview, a pretty green place with a common that had a gazebo and a fountain. The homes were red-brick colonial and beautiful. The townhouse Paxton had loved from the moment Kirsty showed it to her last year was in a cup-de-sac. Wisteria vines grew around the door, and Paxton remembered thinking how wonderful it would be to walk in and out in the springtime, when the wisteria would be in full bloom. It would be like walking through a wedding arch every day. — Sarah Addison Allen

Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth;
Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth;
Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth. — Frances Sargent Osgood

Jerry: Oh, you don't understand, Osgood! Ehhhh ... I'm a man.
Osgood: Well, nobody's perfect.
— Billy Wilder

At first Deanna guessed the person was a guy, a college kid whose jaw was still stubbornly smooth, but as the figure straightened Deanna caught the soft hint of breasts under the shirt. Suddenly she could see the thick frame of lashes around a pair of amber eyes, and the feminine curve to lips tugged into a wide and rueful grin. Deanna hastily tacked several years onto the stranger's age: not a kid at all, but someone closer to her own twenty-six. Deanna — Michelle Osgood

Let everyone who makes garden plans frequently insert the letters C.P. in them as a reminder, the same standing for climate permitting. — Mabel Osgood Wright

When Paxton was a teenager, her friends had even envied her relationship with her mother. Everyone knew that neither Paxton nor Sophia scheduled anything on Sunday afternoons, because that was popcorn-and-pedicures time, when mother and daughter sat in the family room and watched sappy movies and tried out beauty products. And Paxton could remember her mother carrying dresses she'd ordered into her bedroom, almost invisible behind tiers of taffeta, as they'd planned for formal dances. She'd loved helping Paxton pick out what to wear. And her mother had exquisite taste. Paxton could still remember dresses her mother wore more than twenty-five years ago. Imprinted in her memory were shiny blue ones, sparkly white ones, wispy rose-colored ones. — Sarah Addison Allen

That is the stimulus of nature; it is never, never old, and always developing. Even the scarred, wrinkled earth herself is a mere infant among the old ladies and gentlemen that tread foot-paths in the sky ... — Mabel Osgood Wright

Satan is a relentless tormenter; you have to be a relentless Scripture Confessor until satan flees."
- Tytenisha, Confessions of a Praying Woman — Tytenisha L. Osgood

At the end of the evening, Paxton and Willa walked Agatha out to the nurse's car, after Agatha had given them a blind tour of the Madam, pointing out by feel and memory everything she remembered about the house. She and Georgie sliding down the banister and their skirts flying up. Playing dolls in Georgie's room. Having pineapple upside-down cake the Jacksons' cook would make in a cast-iron frying pan, so that the brown sugar on top turned crispy. A slide-away secret compartment in the bookcase where they used to leave notes for each other. — Sarah Addison Allen

The calculus is the greatest aid we have to the application of physical truth in the broadest sense of the word. — William Fogg Osgood

Babies are always more trouble than you thought and more wonderful. — Charles Osgood

Better confide and be deceiv'd,
A thousand times, by treacherous foes,
Than once accuse the innocent,
Or let suspicion mar repose. — Frances Sargent Osgood

The clearer the teacher makes it, the worse it is for you. You must work things out for yourself and make the ideas your own. — William Fogg Osgood