There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.
There is no such thing as truth in art. There are only opinions.
There is no truth except the truth you create for yourself.
There is no way to succeed or fail in this work. There are only consequences.
ot en ough
de od orant
f or this c onversati on.
There is nothing free except the grace of God.
There is nothing heroic in failing alone.
There is nothing like a dream to create the future.
There is nothing more beautiful than memory.
There is nothing more difficult to carry out, nor more doubtful of success, nor more
dangerous to handle, than to initiate a new order of things.
There is nothing more difficult to take in hand, more perilous to conduct, or more
uncertain in its success, than to take the lead in the introduction of a new order
There is nothing more terrifying than ignorance in action. (Goethe)
There is only love (a natural emotion) and fear (an invention of our minds) and each
day we choose between them and thereby determine the kind of day we have and
how we will perceive the world.
There is only one success . . . to be able to spend your life in your own way.
There is only one thing more powerful than all the armies of the world, and that is an idea whose time has come. -- Victor Hugo
There is only the journey to savor. The end is the same end for all of us.
There is somebody wiser than any of us . . . and that is all of us.
There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.
There is something inside Bonnie that is always screaming next.
There is this person who pushes himself to the end, demanding the impossible, and even achieving it. It’s like a constant internal tyranny. You can never stop. There is no celebration.
There is winning and there is misery. There is nothing else.
There isn’t anything that a good order wouldn’t cure.
There lurks, perhaps, in every human heart, a desire of distinction, which inclines every man to hope, and then to believe, that nature has given himself something peculiar to himself.
There may come a day when this too will be a good memory.
There must be more to life than having everything.
There was a grace we had when we started. We thought you had to be accountable.
There was only time for now.
There was something missing but I never used to wonder why.
There were moments of unaccountable wrongness, as if a kazoo had intruded into a string quartet.
There will be sleeping enough in the grave.
There will be times in your life when your back is up against the wall. Plant your feet.
Stand firm. Make a point of who you are. Then-kick some ass.
There always seems to come a moment where it’s just not working.
There will never be a system invented which will do away with the necessity for work.
There is no such thing as a non-working mother.
There is nothing better than discovering, to your own astonishment, what you’re meant to do. It’s like falling in love.
There is zero correlation between being the best talker and having the best ideas.
There're some insults that can never be excused.
There’s a chill of inevitability as he realizes how little room death leaves for variation.
There’s a fine line between a single and a jingle.
There’s a fine line between praying and whining.
There’s a fine line between stupid and clever.
There's a hole in my heart that no one else can fill-why would I want them to?
There’s a lag between innovation and the appreciation (apprehension) of its consequences
There’s a lot of smart people out there who aren’t people smart.
There's a million nice guys; give me someone who can hit.
There’s a right way to do anything.
There’s a truth in action that words sometimes belie.
There’s always a suspicion of anybody who works well in many disciplines.
There's always another way out of the box. But even if you built the box, you may
not know the best way out.
There’s always gonna be another mountain. I’m always gonna want to make it move.
There’s always room at the top.
There’s always work for entrepreneurs.
There's always the question of whether history makes the man or the man makes
There's always tomorrow. Start over again. The only one sure thing is change. Things
will never be the same.
There's got to be a morning after.
There’s hope, but not for us. (Kafka)
There’s just this obliviousness to anything other than the goal at hand.
There’s no learning curve for people who are in war or in startups.
There’s nepotism in show business, but not on the performing side – especially comedy. You can’t make an audience laugh for your kid.
There’s no education in the second kick of a mule.
There’s no greater disgrace than to be a thing of the past.
There's no heavier burden than a great potential.
There's no "I" in team.
There’s no line at the bank for being ahead of your time.
There’s no point in dying on a small cross.
There’s no religion around Apple any more.
There’s no school for cool.
There's no substitute for excellence-not even success. Success is tricky, perishable and often outside our control. Excellence is dependable, lasting largely within our own control and its pursuit, in and for itself, is the best foundation for a business and a life.
There's no substitute for fat tires.
There's no such thing as a free kick. It's just a question of who pays.
There’s no such thing as a good deal with a bad guy.
There's no such thing as in-between.
There’s no such thing as living happily ever after. So you must construct for yourself a life that makes sense.
There's no such thing as paranoia, it's always worse than you think.
There’s no use getting into a pissing contest with a skunk.
ot en ough
de od orant
f or this c onversati on
othing a girl in sneakers can’t d o.
There’s nothing I’m more afraid of than scared people.
There’s nothing like walking on land for a day if you are a fish.
There’s nothing more powerful than silence, than knowing what you know and keeping it to yourself.
There's nothing more vulnerable than entrenched success.
There’s nothing symmetrical about surprises in business: They are almost always unpleasant.
There’s nothing that gets you interested in money like having some of it.
There’s only now – there’s only here. (from RENT)
There's plenty of room at the top, but not enough to sit down.
There’s sainted glory this day in the Lonesome West.
“There’s something about the smearing of colored dirt on a flat surface and denying the flatness through the illusion of depth that retains its original magic from the days of the cave painters, and which can never be denied.”
There’s this general feeling of profundity, but it never turns into anything specifically interesting.
There are two kinds of people in Washington: those who can count, and those who lose.
There are two theories of arguing with a woman – neither one works.
There's what you want and what's good for you.
There is no growth without loss, and no art without longing.
There is no such thing as a minor lapse in integrity.
There’s no mystery. It’s work. But things happen all the time that are unexpected, uncontrolled, inexplicable, even magical. The work prepares you for the moment.
There is no security on this Earth. There is only opportunity. (MacArthur)
There is no wealth but life.
There is not a right way to do a wrong thing.
These are some of the happiest days I’ve ever ignored.
They are creatures of sublime self-delusion, their unshakable vanity permanently at odds with both their circumstances and the personalities they reveal.
They are forever caught in the act of demonstrating their natures, without prologue or outcome.
They are not dismissive; they are focused.
They are not mean-spirited; they are intent on the success of their ideas.
They aren’t the gods you made them into, but they aren’t the whale turds they’re being portrayed as now either.
They can’t find us if they’re not looking for us.
These people are stars for a reason.
These times, like all times, are very good ones, if we but know what to do with them.
They call you stubborn when you fail, but persistent when you succeed.
They can because they think they can. (Possunt quia posse videntur.)
They could make the thing charming, and that is always a million times more important than making it true.
They could not bring themselves at the moment of crisis to surrender their memories and alter the antique patterns of their lives.
They did nothing and they did it very well.
They died hard, those savage men – like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.
They do not imagine life as an effort to live up to abstract ideals like justice, equality, fairness, reasonableness, etc., but as a struggle to survive.
They do tricks so ancient and so bad that they must think we were all born yesterday. But then, compared to them, we pretty much were.
They don't remember their lies. How can you expect them to remember their
on’t understand that that’s life’s way of talking. Y ou
d on’t sing t o
feel better. Y ou sing ‘cause that’s
a way of understanding life.
ought what they f ound
f o olish
or irrelevant, and c onsequently did n ot
survive t o d o
what they c onsidered vital.
They gave you life, but they didn't give you the manual.
They have no psychology: they act according to their natures without introspection or the possibility of change. They are hardwired by the myths that contain them.
They have to pay you, but they don’t have to thank you.
They liken the need for personal glory to cigarette addiction: a habit that feels life-sustaining even as it kills you.
They reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded…not even dead…tonight…in…jungle land.
They say love conquers all…you can’t start it like a car, you can’t stop it with a gun.
They say rulers make bad lovers.
They say you can't do it, but sometimes that doesn't always work.
They spend their time mostly looking forward to the past.
They that sow the wind shall reap the whirlwind.
They want to do “something”; they just don’t want to do what’s necessary.
They were careless people… they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
They were simple without being simplistic and sophisticated without being obscure.
They would rather argue with the sun than agree with the Pope.
They would rather die than die of embarrassment.
They'll have paperless toilets before there's a paperless society.
They're all whores. If you're going to be with one - it might as well be the most expensive.
They’re like dishwashers. They’re okay, but you don’t fall in love with them.
They’re like race car drivers – they’re only as good as what they’re riding.
They’re only puttin’ in a nickel, but they want a dollar song.
Things are hopeless, but not serious.
Things are never as good as they seem or as bad as they appear.
Things do not change; we change.
Things handled evenly, with measure, with care.
Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle.
Things should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler.
Things that matter most must never be at the mercy of things that matter least.
Things turn out best for those who make the best of the way things turn out.
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Think like a strategist; act like an animal.
Think not of the harvest while planting; plant well and the harvest will take care of
Think of criticism as faith in your potential.
Think the unthinkable.
Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
Think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such
Think wrongly if you please, but in all cases think for yourself.
Thinking is more interesting than knowing, but not so interesting as looking.
Thinking is what gets you caught from behind.
This birthday card is from both of us. In much the same way that we both gave birth to the children.
This has as much to do with gender as mustard does with ice cream.
This here progress, it keeps on.
This incandescent truth will always guide our actions.
This is a time to be rationally reckless. It’s a time to build a brand. It is really a land-grab time.
This is l
ove ... isn’t
it? When y ou n otice
s ome one’s
absence and hate that absence m ore
than anything? M ore even, than y ou l ove
one of th ose cases in which the imaginati on is baffled by the facts.
This is the business we have ch
This is the
other side of the fence.
This isn’t quite the banality of evil; it’s just the cheapness of avarice.
This is no dress rehearsal. You've got one life, so get on with it and try to be
This is not a rehearsal. This is it.
This is not the end, nor even the beginning of the end. But it is the end of the
This life isn’t bad f
or a first draft.
interest, hair and enterprise.
This may be heaven, but it's n
ot my h ome.
This perpetual toggling between nothing being new, under the sun, and everything having very recently changed.
This place of work and wonder we call the Tinker Lab.
This shit doesn’t sell itself.
This taught me a lesson, but I’m not sure what it was.
This time like all times is a great time as long as we know what to do with it.
Those are my principles. If you don’t like them I have others.
Those bold enough to advance before the age they live in must learn to brave censure.
Those exalted moments between the promise and the prize.
Those relationships that don’t get better, get worse.
Those who apply themselves too closely to little things often become incapable of
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
Those who cannot wait, never win.
Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. (Roald Dahl)
Those who ignore the future, and live only in the present, will remain forever in
Those who lack courage will always find a philosophy to justify it.
Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.
Those who love you sometimes make you cry.
Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.
Those who pull the oars don't have time to rock the boat.
Those who say don't know, and those who know don't say.
Those who say it can't be done are being passed by those doing it.
Those who suffer in silence make the most noise.
Those who tell the stories rule the world.
Those who will not apply new remedies must expect new evils, for time is the greatest innovator.
Thou must gather thine own sunshine.
Thou shalt not whine.
Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. (Lincoln)
Though the heavens fall, let justice be done. Fiat Justitia, Ruat Caelum.
Though the stock market functions as a voting machine in the short run, it acts as a weighing machine in the long run.
Though you’re still with me, I’ve been alone all along.
Thought, not money, is the real business capital.
Three findings: (1) social connection motivates; (2) teaching teaches the teacher; and (3) instant feedback improves learning.
Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
Three types of interaction: divers, dippers and skimmers.
Thrill of the kill.