Habit is
the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit. (Samuel Beckett)
Habit
makes everything, even love.
Half a
bad deal is still a bad deal.
Half
teacher; half preacher
Half the
battle is keeping your butt in the chair.
Half the
money I spend on advertising is wasted; the trouble is I don’t know which half.
(John Wanamaker)
Handle your
tools without mittens. (Ben Franklin)
Happiness
does not come from doing easy work but from the afterglow of satisfaction that
comes after the achievement of a difficult task that demanded our best.
Happiness
equals reality divided by expectations.
Happiness
is a by-product of achievement.
Happiness
is a conscious choice, not an automatic response.
Happiness
is a healthy disregard for the impossible.
Happiness
is a similar incentive to mediocrity.
Happiness
is equilibrium.
Happiness
is essentially banal.
Happiness
is hard to find in ourselves and impossible to find elsewhere.
Happiness
is like an orgasm. If you think about it too much, it goes away.
Happiness
is more like knowledge than like belief. There are a lot of things we believe,
but don’t know. Knowledge is not just up to you. Pleasure is like belief. But
happiness also isn’t just up to you.
Happiness, like knowledge, and unlike
belief and pleasure is not a state of mind. It requires the cooperation of the
world around you.
Happiness
isn’t by chance, but by choice.
Happiness
is not something readymade. It comes from your own actions. (Dalai Lama)
Happiness
is not something you experience, it's something you remember.
Happy are
those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.
Happy
countries and honest women have no stories to tell about themselves.
"Hard
drill”-focus all your weight and energy in one place to penetrate market
rather than applying pressure everywhere at once and making no dent at all.
Hard wood
grows slowly.
Hard work
conquers everything. (Omnia labor vincit improbus.)
Hard work
makes dreams come true.
Harmony
is a Japanese thing. It’s not a word we
use here.
Hatred is
like swallowing poison and expecting someone else to die.
Hatred is
the coward's revenge for being intimidated.
Hatred
only defines the hated.
Have the
courage to say no. Have the courage to
face the truth. Do the right thing
because it is right.
Have the
strength to do it right.
Having a
great time, wish I were here.
Having an
aspiration for what your culture should be isn’t the same as knowing what it
is.
Having
low expectations is the key to happiness in life.
Having
real power is not having to use it.
Having
too much experience keeps you from being able to adapt.
He
accepted it without grace.
He
avoided becoming a has-been because he never really was.
He
believes the same thing on Wednesday that he believed on Monday regardless of
what happened on Tuesday
He
brought a knife to a gunfight.
He can
run, but he can't hide.
He can’t
help it. He was born that way.
He could
sell a muzzle to a dog.
He
couldn’t pass gas for 8 years.
He co uldn' t
run a lemo nade stand o n a ho t
day.
He
couldn’t sell pussy on a troop ship.
He
didn’t have to develop “the schmuck” to pay off the others for being “the
genius”.
He
didn’t have to invent a cause of failure or rejection by others.
He did
not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity
beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the
night.
He
doesn't bring too much to the party.
He
doesn't have much conscience, but he's got a lot of heart.
He
doesn't know if it's Tuesday or Christmas.
He
dreamed with his eyes open.
He
expresses absolute conviction in moments of wholly misguided affection.
He folded
like an internet start-up.
He
followed his father’s footsteps, but his gait was somewhat erratic.
He gave
no mercy and expected none.
He had a
chameleon’s ability to reflect his surroundings and an artist’s discernment to
illuminate them.
He had as
much business being there as a moose in a phone booth.
He had
come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that
he could hardly fail to grasp it.
He has
fixed goals, but changes tactics freely.
He had
the temperament and wisdom of a cab driver:
his foot was slammed down either on the accelerator or on the brake; he
knew no moderation and had no judgment.
He has a
brilliant mind, until he makes it up.
He has
all the attributes of a dog, except loyalty.
He has
charisma beyond logic.
He has
his virtues, but courage is not among them.
He has no
discernible personality, sense of humor, or compassion. Ideal traits for a venture capitalist.
He has
not been broken in two by time.
He has
screwed more people than Casanova
He has
strong beliefs, but he’s not willing to spend a lot of time justifying his
position.
He has
this ability to change his mind and completely forget his old opinion about
something. He doesn’t live with his mistake. It evaporates. He would simply say
“we’re doing what’s right today.
He
humanizes without sentimentalizing.
He is a
real difficult guy to like. But a real easy guy to hate.
He is
ferocious and compassionate at the same time.
He is one
haircut away from being attractive.
He is the
last person to accept blame.
He isn’t
afraid to lose sight of the shore.
He joined
his head and heart until they operated as one.
He was reasoned, but his rationality was never cold.
He just
doesn’t know what’s impossible.
He knows
so little, and accomplishes so much.
He
laughed but he wasn’t sure who the joke was on.
He lies
not because it's in his interest, but because it's in his character.
He lies
the way most people breathe.
He looked
like a tarantula on a piece of angel food.
He looks
like a snowman being chased by a blowtorch.
He looks
like a brain trying to pass as a muscle.
He made
large pedestals fo r small men.
He needs
histo ry because it is the sto rage clo set
where all the co stumes are
kept. He no tices
that no ne really fits him.
He
never asked how you were. He didn't
care.
He never
betrayed a friend, and he never showed mercy towards an enemy.
He never
managed to reconcile himself to his own mediocrity.
He o ften gets his skill and his talent co nfused with each o ther.
He o nly earns his freedo m
and existence who daily co nquers them anew.
He only
has eyes for himself.
He only
wanted to see his reflection in your eyes.
He
prefers speed over depth.
He
refuses to evaluate either/or equations.
He sat
like a furled umbrella.
He
situated himself in the midst of those he despised and chose to suffer their
displeasure.
He smiled
at the world with cold teeth.
He that
can't endure the bad will not live to see the good.
He that
falls by himself never cries.
He that
leaveth nothing to chance will do few things ill, but he will do very few
things.
He that
troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind.
(Proverbs 11:24)
He
travels fastest who travels alone.
He used
statistics the way a drunkard uses lampposts-for support, not illumination.
He views
every negotiation as the end of the world.
He walked
and talked as if he had been born wearing a cape.
He
walked like a man shot out of a cannon.
He wanted
to tread the fine line between shocking people and merely disgusting them.
He wants
power without responsibility.
He wants
to be where he is not.
He was a
man you really had to get to know to dislike.
He was
always on the way to someplace else.
He was
always open to accident.
He was a
self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody.
He was
born premature, and he's been in a hurry ever since.
He was
cruel without being interesting.
He was
highly motivated. I just never trusted
his motives.
He was
insane, with long horrible fits of sanity.
He was
like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
He was
like all great salesmen. Suave, but not slimy.
He was
lucky in his enemies.
He
was never flustered, apologetic, guilty, ashamed. Perfect certitude.
He was
never more candid than he needed to be.
He was
propelled by an odd disdain for any objective he managed to attain, as though
his ability to accomplish it diminished the inherent value of the achievement.
He was
smart enough to know when he shouldn’t trust himself.
He was so
extremely natural that there was no way of knowing what his nature was, or what
came next.
He
wasn't a mean drunk. He was mean when he
wasn't drunk.
He wasn’t
the best, but his best was as good as anyone’s best.
He who
asks more of a friend than he can bestow, deserves to be refused.
He who
believes in nobody knows that he himself is not to be trusted.
He who
can see three days ahead will be rich for three thousand years.
He who
cannot dance puts the blame on the floor.
He who
cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself.
He who
considers too much will perform little.
He who
enrolls controls.
He who
has a hundred miles to walk should reckon ninety as half the journey.
He who
has a Why to live for can bear almost any How. (Nietzsche)
He who
has no charity deserves no mercy.
He who
hesitates is lunch.
He who
hoots with the owls at night cannot soar with the eagles in the morning.
He who
influences the thought of his times influences the times that follow.
He who
insists on his own creativity has no memory.
He who is
devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love.
He who is
without shame, all the world is his.
He who
knows best knows how little he knows.
He who
makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
He who
overcomes his enemies by strategy is as much to be praised as he
who
overcomes them by force.
He who pays
the piper calls the tune.
He who
raves at the fall of night forsakes the glory of the sunset.
He who
returns from a journey is not the same as he who left.
He who
rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.
He who
travels fastest travels alone.
He who
walks in another's tracks leaves no footprint.
He who
wishes to be rich in a day will be hanged in a year.
He who's
not busy being born is busy dying.
He will
never make the same mistake three times.
He will
take no man’s money dishonestly and no man’s insolence without a due and
dispassionate revenge.
He
wouldn’t give you his earwax.
He
wouldn’t give you ice in the winter.
Hearing
things always for the first time.
Heaven
has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
(William Congreve)
Heaven is
a little like TV: a perfect little world that doesn't need you.
He'd
flirt with dirt.
He'd fuck
an umbrella.
Help the
world treat him kindly, Lord, but not too easy.
Somewhere he has to learn to face the wind.
Her
failings and her follies only made me love her more because there were none of
them that had not once been mine.
Here in
this difficult group, he triumphed with that unique gentleness that was his.
Here
there is no why.
Heroes
and cowards feel the same fear. Heroes
just react differently to it.
He’d had
everything and somehow nothing was better. The mystique of losing.
He’s a
boss and nobody likes the boss.
He’s a
cross between a Ferris wheel and a werewolf.
But with a lovable streak if you care to blast for it.
He’s a
fire hydrant. If you kick it, it’s going
to hurt you. But it’s stable and secure
and there when you need it.
He’s a
man in the grip of a dream.
He's a
thoroughbred, pulling the garbage wagon.
He's as
great as a man can be, without virtue.
He’s
better at being full of shit than we are.
He’s easy
to underestimate and very hard to read.
Those traits usually mean you win.
He’s
going to fuck you if he can, but it will be just about the money – nothing
personal.
He’s
going to need more than one lesson. And he’s going to get more than one lesson.
He's
indispensable, but to what I can't say.
He’s in
love with himself but fears that his affection may not be reciprocated.
He's so
confused he doesn't know whether to scratch his watch or wind his butt.
He's the
kinda guy who'd give ya the shirt off your back.
Healing
from within rather than just symptom treating
Healthy
is the new wealthy.
Heisenberg:
The act of observation changes the very object being observed.
Hell:
The person you became will meet the person you could have become
Hell
is other people. (Sartre)
Help
me - I'm dying of loneliness.
Her face
was unclouded by thought.
Her ideas
were deeply felt, her feelings deepened by reflection.
Her life
seemed like a forest being gradually consumed by an inextinguishable fire. It was safe to watch from a distance, but not
to get too close to.
Her nose
was always pressed to the glass.
Heroic
Epic: The defense of a narrow place, against odds.
High
morale, like happiness, cannot be pursued directly; it is a byproduct of
otherwise worthwhile activity.
High
profile, broken nose.
Hindsight
is an exact science.
Hire a
young carpenter, but an old physician.
Hire for
skills, fire for behavior.
Hire for
where you are going, not for where you have been.
Hire for
will, not skill.
Hire
great people or die.
Hire
paranoids. Even though they have a high
false alarm rate, they discover all plots.
Hire your
customers (virtually) by incenting them to create materials and content for you
Hiring
you is like firing two good men.
His daily
quest was to find what he called “the unsought phrase”.
His dice
don't have all their dots.
His
emotions never rise above or fall below a standard deviation of calm.
His
failures were greater than most men’s successes.
His
genius is like cruelty.
His
mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.
His
reactions are instinctively placatory.
His
satire springs rather from his own caustic nature than from the sins of the
world in which he lives.
His sexy
vocals were like someone singing with his fly open.
His smile
was like the silver plate on a coffin.
His
strategy is like using a concrete life jacket.
His
talent for temporary self-reinvention makes him invulnerable. Retributive morality never catches him.
His
wishes made him turn down the lights so as to give miracle a chance.
History
in the making.
History
is an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant, which are brought
about by rulers, mostly knaves, and soldiers, mostly fools.
History
is an argument without end.
History
is made out of a necklace of horrors that we all wear.
History
is the sum total of all the things they aren’t telling us.
History
knows no resting places and no plateaus.
History
may not repeat itself precisely, but it certainly seems to rhyme a lot.
History
says don’t hope on this side of the grave.
But then once in a lifetime, the longed-for tidal wave of justice can
rise up, and hope and history rhyme.
Hit is not
al gold that glareth. (Chaucer)
Hitler’s
Boner
Hold on;
the morning comes.
Holding
on to your idealism after you've lost your innocence.
Hollywood
is a community that is so inbred, it’s a wonder the children have any teeth.
(B. Diller)
Hollywood
is a great place to live—if you’re an orange.
Hollywood
is a place where they’ll pay you $1000 for a kiss and $.50 for your soul.
Hollywood
is a state of mind, but whose?
Hollywood
is great if you don’t need it.
Home ice
is an advantage in any sport.
Home
is a feeling, nothing more. Home is
where I hang my head.
Honesty
is a virtue; candor is a vice.
Honor
never grows old and honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy
things that deserve to be defended, even if it comes at a high cost.
Hope
amidst the darkness.
Hopes for
the world, not just fears of it.
Hope is
not a plan.
Hope is
not a strategy.
Hope is
the faith of dummies.
Hope is the
feeling you have that the feeling you have isn’t permanent.
Hope
never abandons you; you abandon it.
Hopefully,
you can live in a way so that you can die with the notion that, on balance, the
sense of achievement outweighs the regret.
Hot as a
fresh fucked fox in a forest fire.
How about
never? Is never good for you?
How adept
they were at obscurity
How but
in custom and ceremony / Are innocence and beauty born?
How can I
miss you if you won’t go away?
How can
there be any “sin” in sincere?
How can
we find what we’re not seeking?
How can
we have a future if we have no regard for the past?
How can
we lose when we’re so sincere? (Charlie Brown)
How
competitors react: Ignore
Ridicule
Attack
Copy
Steal
How do I get to the Post Office?
Oh, I wouldn’t start from here.
How do we
enhance our products with technology to improve our customers’ experience?
How do
you keep your skin thin?
How do
you spell love? You don’t spell it – you feel it.
How do you train new people if you
automate and eliminate all the entry level jobs?
How does
“never been” tell “been there” how to get there?
How I
regret my time of May.
My days
of riot, now no more,
That
unperceived stole away
Til age
was knocking at my door...(Villon)
How
long do you wanna be loved? / Is forever enough? / ‘Cause I’m never ever givin’
you up.
How long
have you worked here – not counting tomorrow? (Harvey Weinstein)
How lucky
I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
How many
different things a family can be-a nest of tenderness, a jail for the heart, a
nursery of souls? Families name us and
define us, give us strength, give us grief.
All our lives we struggle to embrace or escape their influence. They are magnets that both hold us close and
drive us away.
How much
is it worth to know the truth?
How
you do anything is how you do everything.
How
you innovate (process) determines what you innovate (results). People only see
what they’re looking for.
Ho ward do esn't
really change. People change around him.
Hubris
instead of homework.
Huge
energy not connected to the wheels.
Human
behavior changes when it is observed.
Human
felicity is produced not so much by great pieces of good fortune that seldom
happen as by little advantages that occur every day.
Human
speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to
dance to while we long to make music that will melt the stars. (Flaubert)
Humans
doing tasks too menial for robots
Humble
confidence
Hunker
down like a jackass in a hail storm and wait it out.
Hurt
people hurt people
Hurt them
before they hurt you or as soon as they do.
Hyperbolic
discounting: the tendency to choose short-term rewards over long-term gains.
(marshmallow test)
Hypocrisy
is the homage vice pays to virtue.
Hypocrisy
is the only modern sin.
Hypo crisy-the tribute that vice pays to virtue.
