Top 94 Oh My Dear Quotes
#1. I said, "It's not like that." I wanted to convince her. I said "We think alike."
Oh, my dear," she said. "A man thinks with his dick.
Melissa Bank
#2. Oh my dear, idealists are the cruelest monsters of them all.
Sarah Vowell
#3. When I was playing Gandalf, I didn't think, 'Oh my dear, I'm playing a 7,000 year old wizard,' because I've never met one, and I don't know what they're like.
Ian McKellen
#4. But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.
Melanie Benjamin
#5. Were you really that powerful before?" Esrahaddon showed him a wicked smile. "Oh, my dear boy, you couldn't begin to imagine.
Michael J. Sullivan
#6. Oh, my dear, this is worse than I expected! A strange girl is always a bore among good friends, but one can generally manage her. But a girl who writes books - why, it isn't respectable! And you can't snub that sort of people; they're unsnubbable.
Elizabeth Von Arnim
#7. The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I wonder?
Lewis Carroll
#9. Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.
Suzanne Collins
#10. Oh my dear! No matter where you are, I will be with you either in person or in my heart.
Debasish Mridha
#11. From we to three. Oh, my dear, I love you so.
Laura Wright
#12. Oh my dear, no matter who you are, where you are, or how you are, I can hear your song. I can feel your pain, and I really care.
Debasish Mridha
#13. Oh my dear! I think about you always and miss you forever.
Debasish Mridha
#14. Oh, my dear, relations are like drugs, - useful sometimes, and even pleasant, if taken in small quantities and seldom, but dreadfully pernicious on the whole, and the truly wise avoid them.
Elizabeth Von Arnim
#15. Oh! my dear Mr. Bennet," as she entered the room, "we have had a most delightful
Jane Austen
#16. Oh, my dear Vimes, history changes all the time. It is constantly being re-examined and re-evaluated, otherwise how would we be able to keep historians occupied? We can't possibly allow people with their sort of minds to walk around with time on their hands.
Terry Pratchett
#17. ...But you, Lance, you've always needed someone special. And...I knew it was right when I met Tim. He needs you too, so much."
Lance just looked at her helplessly, unable to say anything.
"Oh, my dear son." She squeezed his hands. "He makes you dance.
Eli Easton
#18. Oh, my dear, you musn't be offended just because I've taken away from you the satisfaction of thinking that you have been deceiving me all these months.
W. Somerset Maugham
#19. Oh, my dear friend, it is impossible not to give oneself away - unless one never opens one's mouth! Speech is the deadliest of revealers.
Agatha Christie
#20. Oh, my dear sweet baby Jesus in a wicker basket.
-Sydney
Colleen Hoover
#21. Oh my dear now did you hear of clumsy Captain Cotton? He sailed a knot in Haley's Loch before hit the bottom!
Christina Daley
#22. Oh my dear from a distant fantasy land! I love to be in your dreams as a fairy of love with wings of flowers and golden glowing flowing hair.
Debasish Mridha
#23. The next time? Oh, my dear Eliza, you're not going to carry on with this, are you? The Faceless Ones had their chance. They returned and they were sent away again. It's time to move on. Time to take up another hobby, like crocheting, or serial killing.
Derek Landy
#24. Oh my dear heart! Be courageous and never fear to love.
Debasish Mridha
#25. Oh, my dear! I'm afraid you've mistaken
me for someone else! My name is Rhea Silvia. I was the mother to Romulus and Remus, thousands of years ago. But you're so kind to think I look as young as the 1950s.
Rick Riordan
#26. Sipping tea
with glee
beneath a gooseberry tree.
I wish Alice were here.
Oh, my dear,
do not fear,
she will be.
Richelle E. Goodrich
#27. The fabric of my faithful love
No power shall dim or ravel
Whilst I stay here - but oh, my dear,
If I should ever travel!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#28. Was it necessary to tell me that you wanted nothing in the world but me?'
The corners of his mouth drooped peevishly.
Oh, my dear, it's rather hard to take quite literally the things a man says when he's in love with you.'
Didn't you mean them?'
At the moment.
W. Somerset Maugham
#29. Oh my dear fellow ... should you not be askind, 'Would the tea like the cup?
Oscar Wilde
#30. Oh, my dear, how too marvelous! I've longed all my life to eat a flamingo.
Compton Mackenzie
#31. She was such a good loving mother, my best friend. Oh, who was happier than I when I could still say the dear name "Mother," and it was heard, and whom can I say it to now?
Ludwig Van Beethoven
#32. Oh, Neverfell, you're just not made for undercover work. You can't lie, my dear, and I can. Leave Madame Appeline and the Doldrums to me. Stay here and keep your head down.
Frances Hardinge
#33. It appears she has taken an exorbitant quantity of heroin.' 'Oh dear.' I pushed my plate aside. 'What condition did she have to take it for?' 'Boredom.' He stood up. 'She has so little to do with her time since she came out of prison.' I
M.R.C. Kasasian
#34. Oh dear, Diandra muttered again as I looked down at the baby tiger in my arms. All I felt was the soft, thick fur of the cub, the pads of its cute, fluffy paws. All I saw was her proud nose and rounded ears and beautiful, pale blue eyes looking up at me with complete trust. Oh shit. I was in love.
Kristen Ashley
#35. As I lay so sick on my bed, from Christmas till March, I was always praying for poor ole master. 'Pears like I didn't do nothing but pray for ole master. 'Oh, Lord, convert ole master;' 'Oh, dear Lord, change dat man's heart, and make him a Christian.'
Harriet Tubman
#36. Oh, my poor, sweet cousin from Oklahoma," Tonya said, shaking her head. "You, my dear, are in big trouble." "I am?" Kylie asked, turning to her friend, wearing her panic all over her face. "You're in love. And as I've said before, this shit ain't for amateurs.
Caisey Quinn
#37. Oh dear gods. I think my underwear just fell off." "Nicole," Tina hissed. "Keep your comments to yourself! Be a respectable fucking lady, for fuck's sake!
T.J. Klune
#38. I'm not sure I understand you," she said. "Are you telling me you saved my life because you were angry with me?" The idea struck me funny. "Yes," I said, trying not to smile. "Furious." "Furious?" "Enraged," I said. "Oh dear." And then she smiled.
Catherine M. Wilson
#39. Oh my fadder and I are one, " she said, "just me, just him, and dear, if you are wise you will run, run back to where you came from, run quickly, because to stay will mean worse than your death. No one who dies in Derry really dies. You knew that before; believe it now.
Stephen King
#40. Oh come in from the confines of your own mind my dear
Because worry is all you'll find there it's clear
And tomorrow will always come
And tomorrow may well bring the sun
Ben Howard
#41. My thanks, m'lady." He reached for the bowl and sniffed the pottage, followed by a cringe.
She bit her fingernail. "Oh dear, I'm afraid I'm not much of a cook, either."
"Yer scones are right delicious." He took a bite. "Mm. This is no' near as bad as the last batch.
Amy Jarecki
#42. Oh, dear me." Nathalie sank back down in the chair and examined her Uggs. "The sarcasm could've started dripping off her and stained the floor. "Is it conspiracy, treachery, murder, or open warfare? I'll have to choose my lipstick accordingly.
Lilith Saintcrow
#43. I checked out your blog.'
Oh. Dear. Baby. Jesus. How did he find it? Wait. More importantly was the fact he HAD found it. Was my blog now googleable? That was awesomesauce with an extra heaping of sauce.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#44. Dona Crista laughed a bit. "Oh, Pip, I'd be glad for you to try. But do believe me, my dear friend, touching her heart is like bathing in ice."
I imagine. I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.
Orson Scott Card
#45. This is not good. This is not right. My feet stick out of bed all night. And when I pull them in, oh dear! My head sticks out of bed out here!
Dr. Seuss
#46. Oh and finding happiness in the small things, my dear, that's really nothing to brag about - it's the last consolation of those whose imaginations have failed them.
Olga Grushin
#47. I hope you won't mind, my dear, if we take it," said Thunder Karlsson.
"Oh, not at all," said Pippi. "Of course not."
And with that, Blom went over and took out the suitcase.
"I hope you won't mind, my dear, if I take it back," said Pippi, as she climbed out of bed and went over to Blom.
Astrid Lindgren
#48. Oh, dear God, brain, we are not friends anymore. Clearly, my id is going to take the wheel from here.
Anonymous
#49. Sure, jets are fast and economical, but, oh my, what fun we've lost and what leisure we've sacrificed in the race to efficiency. Somehow, stepping onto a plane and zooming across the United States in a matter of hours doesn't hold a candle to the dear, old-fashioned train ride.
Ginger Rogers
#50. Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!
Jane Austen
#51. My disenchantment? Oh no, my dear, there are no disenchantments, merely progressions and styles of possession. To exist is to be spellbound.
Robert Coover
#52. My body was panting, "He's hot. Can we have him?" while my mind was screaming, "Oh, dear God, what the hell are you thinking?
Samantha Young
#53. The vehemence of my moral indignation surprised me. Was I beginning to have standards and principles, and, oh dear, scruples? What were they, and what would I do with them, and how much were they going to get in my way?
Elaine Dundy
#55. I covered my eyes with my hand. Please don't let it be what I think it is. "It isn't babysitting again, is it?" I asked in a squeaky voice. Oh dear, please don't let him hear what I'd said.
Millicent Ashby
#56. What the fuck is going on Lor? What the hell did you do last night? What did you say to Kacey? Who the hell is Blue Eyes and why is my car spray-painted with the word 'asshole'?"
Spray-paint? Oh dear God, what have I done?
Joanne McClean
#57. After long absence, of return / To my dear home - Oh, happiness! / To lie in blissful consciousness / Of all around: The picture there - / The books - the flower-glass filled with care / By a kind hand - And then to know, / 'Twas but to rise, and meet below / Such a heart's welcome!
Caroline Anne Southey
#58. Oh, they have robbed me of the hope. My spirit held so dear; They will not let me hear that voice My soul delights to hear.
They will not let me see that face I so delight to see; And they have taken all thy smiles. And all thy love from me.
Anne Bronte
#59. Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die.
Charles Lamb
#60. Oh! How like a woman," Davey said. "Sex, my dear Sadie, is not a sovereign cure for everything, you know. I only wish it were.
Nancy Mitford
#61. ... Oh dear, I sometimes think ... whatever would I do if anything happened ... But thinking's no good, is it, madam? Thinking won't help. When I find myself doing that, I say to myself, come along, Ellen! Stop it this moment, my girl! Stop that silly thinking ... !
Katherine Mansfield
#62. I love you when you're happy.
I love you when you're sad.
I love you if you're angry,
And I love you if you're bad.
No matter how you feel,
I love you all the time.
Oh my sweet, dear baby,
I love you all the time.
Carla J. Hanna
#63. Oh - You're a very bad man!
Oh, no my dear. I'm a very good man. I'm just a very bad Wizard.
L. Frank Baum
#64. Oh dear God, no, stop!"
Fumblefoot gave her a reproachful look. Stop what?
I have broken into an enchanted manor house and my pony has crapped on the floor. Oh God.
-Bryony and Roses by T. Kingfisher
T. Kingfisher
#65. Oh dear God, I was going down. There was no stopping it. Visions of broken necks danced in my head.
J. Lynn
#66. Oh dear Sunday, I am so happy that I want your entire wisdom at my dinner table.
Santosh Kalwar
#67. Oh, I'm going to miss everything. It's been the most amazing and significant job of my life obviously and I'll always have it near and dear to my heart. I'm so grateful and appreciative that I worked with the best crew and the best writers and producers and cast and I love them all.
Alyson Hannigan
#68. Oh how nice!" the lady said. But not corny. She was just nice & all. "I must tell Ernest we met," she said. "May I ask your name, dear?"
"Rudolf Schmidt," I told her. I didn't feel like giving her my whole life history. Rudolf Schmidt was the name of the janitor of our dorm.
J.D. Salinger
#69. Dear Lady Gaga , thank you for the wonderful tribute. Oh my god, it really warmed my heart!
Julie Andrews
#70. I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean ...
Brian Jacques
#71. Dear lord in heaven. "Oh my god," I say. He looks like a fucking Highlander ready for a ball before the battle.
Karina Halle
#72. I remember one day my son, our Robert, was looking at me on the settee and looking at me on the television, and then all of a sudden he said: 'Why don't you bring that pretty mummy home with you?' And I thought: 'Oh dear, I'm going to have to dress up at home now as well!'
Cilla Black
#73. Our accents are clothing for our thoughts, my dear," Wayne said. "Without them, everything we say would be stripped bare, and we might as well be screaming at one another. Oh
Brandon Sanderson
#74. Oh, dear." Free looked down, fluttering her eyelashes demurely. "Is my punctuation showing once more?
Courtney Milan
#75. Oh, no secret my dear, just a lot of love and care. Everything flourishes with love and care, don't you think?
Sherri Bryan
#76. Taking in their expressions, I just knew it.
Logan had enlisted them.
The bugger.
"Oh dear God." I let my head fall back as if in supplication to an unmerciful deity. "Why me?"
Joss snorted. "Yeah, doesn't it suck when gorgeous, funny, loyal Scotsmen fall in love with us?
Samantha Young
#77. Dear God,
what is my purpose of life?
What should I do to find it?
Once I found it, will I become stronger?
... Oh no, my mind is blank.
a strange sound kept ringing in my head.
What sound is that ... ?
Ah, I know.
It's ...
The sound of emptiness.
Chica Umino
#78. Oh Professor, look! I think I've got an unaspected planet! Oooh, which one's that, Professor?" "It is Uranus, my dear,
J.K. Rowling
#79. Oh,' said the little girl, 'my head's on your heart; I can hear it going. What a big heart you've got, father dear.
Katherine Mansfield
#80. Calvin: Dear Santa, before I submit life to your scrutiny, I demand to know who made YOU the matter of my fate?! Who are YOU to question my behavior, HUH??? What gives you the right?!
Hobbes: Santa makes the toys, so he gets to decide who to give them to.
Calvin: Oh.
Bill Watterson
#81. [ ... ]
"oh, dear," said Tessa.
"I have that effect on women," Will said. "I probably should have warned you before you agreed to marry me."
"I can still change my mind," Tessa said sweetly.
"Don't you dare -," He began with a breathless half laugh, [ ... ]
Cassandra Clare
#82. That anticipation spiked in a way I felt it in my nipples. My nipples. Oh dear.
Kristen Ashley
#83. My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once ...
William Wordsworth
#84. Oh, by the way, the plot: it almost slipped my mind. Charlie French bought my mother's pictures cheap and sold them dear to Binkie Behrens, then bought them cheap from Binkie and sold them on to Max Molyneaux. Something like that. Does it matter? Dark deeds, dark deeds. Enough.
John Banville
#85. I can still hear my mother wailing over some new kitchen crisis, "Oh God," and my father answering cozily from the silo, "Were you calling me, dear?
Peter De Vries
#86. Dear God, I don't want to have invented my faith to satisfy my weakness. I don't want to have created God to my own image as they're so fond of saying. Please give me the necessary grace, oh Lord, and please don't let it be as hard to get as Kafka made it.
Flannery O'Connor
#87. Oh dear, I want to nuzzle into my sofa, but I have to get up and put on an evening dress.
Mary Ann Shaffer
#88. Oh dear," said my mother, turning to Marmie and going "Ce Justin, est-il gai?" (This Justin, is he gay?)
Marmie handed her a hot chocolate and shrugged. "Qui sait? Je ne suis pas se petite amie." (Who knows? I'm not his girlfriend.)
Sarah Strohmeyer
#89. Frog said, 'I wrote 'Dear Toad, I am glad that you are my best friend. Your best friend, Frog.' 'Oh,' said Toad, 'that makes a very good letter.'Then Frog and Toad went out onto the front porch to wait for the mail. They sat there, feeling happy together.
Arnold Lobel
#90. My dear children!"
Nellie whopped him upside the head with her backpack.
"Ow!" Uncle Alistair curled over, cupping his hand over his good eye.
"Nellie!" Amy said.
"Sorry," Nellie muttered. "I thought he was one of the bad guys.
Rick Riordan
#91. Oh indeed! Our and the Wilfers' Mutual Friend, my dear.
Charles Dickens
#92. My own seal." "Imitated." "My photograph." "Bought." "We were both in the photograph." "Oh, dear! That is very bad! Your Majesty has indeed committed an indiscretion.
Arthur Conan Doyle
#93. Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
John Keble
#94. Oh dear, I forgot my friend is invulnerable and took a knife for him. Oops.
Rick Riordan
