T Quotes
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“There was more data transmitted over the Internet in 2010 than the entire history of the Internet through 2009.”
“There was more good acting at Hollywood parties than ever appeared on the screen.”
Source: The lonely life: an autobiography
“There was more happiness in the process, in the build, in the preparation. The winning was almost phoned in.”
“There was more of a flow to my output of writing in the past, certainly. Having no contemporaries left means you cannot say, "Well, so-and-so will like this," which you do when you're younger. You realize there is no so-and-so anymore. You are your own so-and-so. There is a bleak side to it.”
“There was more scope for imagination… When you are imagining you might as well imagine something worthwhile. It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?”
Source: Anne of Green Gables
“There was more than a little truth in Trotsky's angry accusation of April 1912, after he had suffered the theft of the title of his journal [Pravda], that Lenin nourished himself on discord and chaos. But so did all revolutionary politicians, for revolutionary changes issue from profound crises. The bloody trenches of World War I created an enormous new revolutionary constituency, and only those leaders who knew how to exploit it would be prepared for the struggles that lay ahead.”
Source: Lenin, Trotsky, and Stalin: The Intelligentsia and Power
“There was more than one way to think about Mike Burry’s purchase of a billion dollars in credit default swaps. The first was as a simple, even innocent, insurance contract. Burry made his semiannual premium payments and, in return, received protection against the default of a billion dollars’ worth of bonds. He’d either be paid zero, if the triple-B-rated bonds he’d insured proved good, or a billion dollars, if those triple-B-rated bonds went bad. But of course Mike Burry didn’t own any triple-B-rated subprime mortgage bonds, or anything like them. He had no property to “insure” it was as if he had bought fire insurance on some slum with a history of burning down. To him, as to Steve Eisman, a credit default swap wasn’t insurance at all but an outright speculative bet against the market—and this was the second way to think about it.”
Source: The Big Short: Inside the Doomsday Machine
“There was more to life than the things you could hold in your hands or see with your eyes.”
Source: Moonwalk
“There was more to say, but for once we did not say it. There would be other times for speaking, tonight and tomorrow and all the days after that.”
Source: The Song of Achilles
“There was more to say, but he couldn’t find the words. More to say about how different she was, how different she was making him. How differently the time passed whenever they were together. (72%)”
Source: The Bastard Billionaire
“There was more to the city than he'd thought at first, especially once he got away from the circular communities mimicking villages. Young people joyriding the gondola lines, elders playing slow games of skill, an entire community brewing various kinds of sweet alcohol. He discovered more recreational drugs than he'd expected, but because this was Tatian, they seemed to have few negative consequences and leave people mostly happy and calm.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to even consider participating in any of it, not for long.
Even though he'd had forty years to come to terms with the death of his old friends, their ghosts returned to him. Brigana would have convinced him to take a break, Khaluu would have proven surprisingly knowledgeable about hallucinogens, and Eratius would have resisted at first but eventually joined them.”
Source: Soulhome
“There was more to what she said than beautifully bad grammar. It belied her logic. Since she was very tiny she'd always thought the best thing to do with any pain or worry was to go to bed. Because the thing that hurt you had to go to sleep as well. Then all you had to do was wake up very quietly, so you didn't wake the bad thing up. Then you got out of bed and left it sleeping, so it didn't hurt you anymore.”
Source: The Long Dry
“There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.”
Source: Hush, Hush
“There was much about him that was fine and beautiful, but he could never find the confidence he needed.”
Source: Norwegian Wood
“There was much bitterness in the family. There were even those who would liked to have considered Barnabas Collins dead. But he lived on. He lived on-and outlived his enemies.”
“There was much conversation, most of which sounded like the rest of it.”
Source: Arrowsmith: Elmer Gantry ; Dodsworth
“There was much in it that I did not understand, in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognised it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for.”
Source: Homage to Catalonia
“There was much in such a society that was primitive and insecure and it certainly could never measure up to the demands of the present epoch. But in such a society are contained the seeds of revolutionary democracy in which none will be held in slavery.”
Source: I have done my duty to my people and to South Africa: statement from the dock, 7 November 1962
“There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.”
Source: Complete Collection of Edgar Allan Poe - 170+ eBooks (Complete Tales, Poems, Novels, Essays, Miscellaneous, Play)
“There was much sense in your smile: it was very shrewd, and seemed to make light of your own abstraction. It seemed to say–'My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.”
Source: Jane Eyre
“There was much talk about why the prime minister had brought back such a troublesome and unpredictable colleague, and the consensus was that he preferred to have Churchill inside the tent spitting out.”
Source: Fall of Giants
“There was much to be indignant about. Topless models were still appearing on Page Three of The Sun. Government funding to women's crisis centres were being halved as part of new austerity measures. Female journalists were in danger of being harassed and assaulted while reporting in war zones overseas.”
Source: Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows
“There was much to be said for lone wolves, but more went unsaid.”
Source: Fireman
“There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.”
Source: Wicked
“There was much to put out of his mind. Why was it difficult to forget Chekov's astonished delight which greeted him at the command airlock when he boarded. And on the bridge - Kirk! The mere name made Spock groan inwardly as he remembered what it had cost him to turn away from that welcome. T'hy'la!”
Source: Star Trek: The Motion Picture
“there was music . . . after church and food, like the third point in a holy trinity”
Source: The Gods of Tango
“There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motor-boats slit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. On week-ends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of the night before.
Every Friday five crates of oranges and lemons arrived from a fruiterer in New York--every Monday these same oranges and lemons left his back door in a pyramid of pulpless halves. There was a machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in half an hour if a little button was pressed two hundred times by a butler's thumb.
At least once a fortnight a corps of caterers came down with several hundred feet of canvas and enough colored lights to make a Christmas tree of Gatsby's enormous garden. On buffet tables, garnished with glistening hors-d'oeuvre, spiced baked hams crowded against salads of harlequin designs and pastry pigs and turkeys bewitched to a dark gold. In the main hall a bar with a real brass rail was set up, and stocked with gins and liquors and with cordials so long forgotten that most of his female guests were too young to know one from another.
By seven o'clock the orchestra has arrived, no thin five-piece affair, but a whole pitful of oboes and trombones and saxophones and viols and cornets and piccolos, and low and high drums. The last swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing up-stairs; the cars from New York are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gaudy with primary colors, and hair shorn in strange new ways, and shawls beyond the dreams of Castile. The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alive with chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other's names.
The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. The groups change more swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath; already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the centre of a group, and then, excited with triumph, glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light.
Suddenly one of the gypsies, in trembling opal, seizes a cocktail out of the air, dumps it down for courage and, moving her hands like Frisco, dances out alone on the canvas platform. A momentary hush; the orchestra leader varies his rhythm obligingly for her, and there is a burst of chatter as the erroneous news goes around that she is Gilda Gray's understudy from the FOLLIES. The party has begun.”
Source: The Great Gatsby
“There was my mom and I had a wife for a long time and now there is my fianc-e. Eileen is in a long line of women who have given me orders.”
“There was my name up in lights. I said, 'God, somebody's made a mistake.' But there it was, in lights. And I sat there and said, 'Remember, you're not a star.' Yet there it was up in lights.”
“There was my other big misconception. That if I got sober and went to a meeting they'd make me believe in God. Not true. They ask you to believe in a higher power. You need a higher power, but it doesn't have to be a super-natural entity. You have all this power inside you.”
“There was my set of wooden stake-tipped daggers, gifted to me in Philadelphia during the American Revolution by a handsome vampire whose name I'd never known. I loved those daggers beyond reason, not only because they were exactly as long as my middle finger--- which was awesomely meta--- but because they were so versatile! The wooden stakes could be taken off and put back on as easily as a Barbie doll's head, which meant you could use them to fight frisky vampires as well as any other non-vampiric asshole who might get in your way.”
Source: Road Trip With a Vampire
“There was mystery at the heart of any of marriage, secrets even people close to it would never know.”
Source: Henry, Himself
“There was need of a phantastic, indestructible optimism, and one far removed from all sense of reality, in order, for example, to discover in the shameful death of Christ really the highest salvation and the redemption of the world.”
Source: Psychology of the Unconscious
“There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth.”
“There was never a better time to change than now.
If we will not change now then we may not be able to change all.”
“There was never a century nor a country that was short of experts who knew the Deity's mind and were willing to reveal it.”
Source: What Is Man? and Other Philosophical Writings
“There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.”
“There was never a choice to sing in English or French, that's the thing. We started a band and sang right away in English. You reproduce the thing you like, and most of the bands we liked were coming from England or the U.S. We also came to cherish the fact that there was no one in France singing in English -we were so happy Phoenix to be the first. Even if we are traitors to France, our country, which I'll never understand, because we talk about things that are very French.”
“There was never a creature more fortified against moral prejudices! My inducement for getting into the service of jealous husbands is to lend myself to the enjoyments of their pretty wives.”
Source: The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane
“There was never a day when I was as good as Joe DiMaggio at his best. Joe was the best, the very best I ever saw.”
“There was never a finer character - charitable and friendly to his foes and ever willing to help a youngster breaking in.”
“There was never a genius who was not thought a fool until he disclosed himself; whereas he is a fool then only.”
Source: A Cynic Looks at Life
“There was never a golden age. Golden age for the rich and privileged is always hell for the poor and unprivileged.”
Source: Lair Of The Monster
“There was never a golden era of American radio as far as I can tell.”
“There was never a good biography of a good novelist. There couldn't be. He is too many people if he's any good.”
“There was never a good war, or a bad peace.”
“There was never a great genius without a touch of madness.”
“There was never a great man who had not a great mother.”
“There was never a merry world since the fairies left off dancing.”
“There was never a moment in George Carlin's career where he dipped below an A+. When he came out with the "Hippie Dippie Weatherman" on The Tonight Show, I mean, it seems so mundane now, but it was in black and white TV and the whole bit was that this guy smoked tons of grass and was a terrible weather man. "Forecast for tonight? Dark."”