Oscar The Grouch Quotes

Someday I will stop being young and wanting stupid tattoos. There are 7 people in my house. We each have different genders. I cut my hair over the bathroom sink and everything I own has a hole in it. There is a banner in our living room that says “Love Cats Hate Capitalism.” We sit around the kitchen table and argue about the compost pile and Karl Marx and the necessity of violence when The Rev comes. Whatever the fuck The Rev means. Every time my best friend laughs I want to grab him by the shoulders and shout “Grow old with me and never kiss me on the mouth!” I want us to spend the next 80 years together eating Doritos and riding bikes. I want to be Oscar the Grouch. I want him and his girlfriend to be Bert and Ernie. I want us to live on Sesame Street and I will park my trash can on their front stoop and we will be friends every day. If I ever seem grouchy it’s just because I am a little afraid of all that fun. There is a river running through this city I know as well as my own name. It’s the first place I’ve ever called home. I don’t think its poetry to say I’m in love with the water. I don’t think it’s poetry to say I’m in love with the train tracks. I don’t think it’s blasphemy to say I see God in the skyline. There is always cold beer asking to be slurped on back porches. There are always crushed packs of Marlboro’s in my back pockets. I have been wearing the same patched-up shorts for 10 days. Someday I will stop being young and wanting stupid tattoos.

Jim [Henson] had written letters to his five children to be opened only after his death. Brian read from his. Jim wrote, 'Be good to each other. Love and forgive everybody.' I remembered Jim telling me that he never wasted energy on hating anybody; he had too much thinking to do.

I was coming down off the last painkiller left in my dresser drawer after Autumn tossed my stash. In that moment I was so groggy and happy I would have accepted a date with Oscar the Grouch - and planned to do some serious feeling up on the green furry beast too. Yeah, stooping to pharmaceutical-inspired sex fantasies about garbage can Sesame Street characters - that had to be the best Just Say No drug lecture a girl in a leg cast could ever receive to make her go cold turkey off the meds.

The most important lesson I've learned is that first you have to dream, and then you have to believe in your dreams. That is the only way for them to come true.

Always start the day with a smile— that way you get it over with. —OSCAR THEGROUCH

Shrek Kermit the frog Green Giant Green Arrow Grinch Yoda Ninja Turtles And Oscar the Grouch They’re real cool. And they’re greeeeeeen!

She was like Oscar the Grouch, if Oscar had military training and a penchant for stabbing things.

I would really be doing something right, perhaps even important, if I was bringing even a little more compassion into the world through Big Bird.

Show your true colors. Mine is yellow. — BIG BIRD

Because I know there is still a wonderful person inside this big grouch standing in front of me.” Jake sighed. “I’m not a grouch.” “Please,” Naomi said with a gentle smile. “You’re so grouchy Oscar would call you his homeboy.” Jake rolled his eyes. “You’re so grouchy if they made a movie about you they would call it Grouch-zilla,” Naomi continued, stepping even closer, tapping her finger to the center of his chest. “You’re so grouchy, that if you were a leprechaun your name would be Snarly McGrouchyPot the Third.” “McGrouchyPot,” Jake repeated with a raised brow. “McGrouchyPot the Third,” she corrected with a straight face. “Knight of the Cranky Britches.

You Set The Pace Because of the woman she was, our friend in Proverbs 31 had a home that exuded a good atmosphere, making it a place people wanted to frequent. Every home has an atmosphere. Maybe you don’t know what the atmosphere of your home is, but there are some who do – the people who frequent it. How would you describe the atmosphere in your home? Pick an adjective: Warm, peaceful, loving, cheerful, united? How about anxious, bitter, contentious, or frustrated? It is the woman in each home who creates the atmosphere. She is like the hub of the wheel around which the home revolves. Have you ever noticed how quickly your husband and children pick up your moods? When you’re grumpy, your husband seems to come home grumpy, too, and your children pick up that mood the second they come in from school. Then you wonder what is the matter with them! Try it tonight. An experiment in terror. Be a real first-class Oscar the Grouch at dinnertime, and see how long it takes the others to follow suit. Better yet, be the woman God wants you to be, and see how fast they respond positively!

We settled onto our knees and began to take inventory of the species near us. After two hours, we were pretty sure that we'd found Brachythecium thanks to its furry, leggy appearance up close ('Upon 20x magnification the fronds resemble Oscar the Grouch's pubic hair,' Bill wrote in our field notes using his careful script). We were only partly convinced of its species (rutabulum was the front-runner), and so we settled upon Brachythecium oscarpubes for the time being.

A word I keep coming back to tonight. Word of the day. My life is now Sesame Street, and I am Oscar the Grouch. Pretty sure Elmo just brought me my wine.

What the fuck has gotten into you? You've been like Oscar the Grouch for a decade, and now all of a sudden, you almost seem happy.

My life is now Sesame Street, and I am Oscar the Grouch.

It’s as though the gentle reggae strains of Bobby McFerrin’s “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” have been sped up to a ska beat, and both worrying and unhappiness are now treated not just as a taboo but as an affliction you have a responsibility to treat. Curmudgeonly remarks, high-strung habits, and skepticism once merely meant you were a certain type of person, negative but relatively harmless, like Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street. But these days, “grouchiness” is often encountered as a condition for which you require intervention: a prescription, more meditation, more self-care, a subscription to O, The Oprah Magazine.