T Quotes
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“Two truths are all too often overshadowed in today's political discourse: Public service is a most honorable pursuit, and so is bipartisanship.”
“Two truths cannot contradict one another.”
Source: Galileo on the World Systems: A New Abridged Translation and Guide
“Two truths that can be at odds:
1) There are no bonus points in life for doing it the hard way.
2) There is a lot to be gained in life by acting fast and giving your best effort.
Don't let the excuse of searching for a better way prevent you from taking action.”
“Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die”
“Two TV sets are kept in front of each other, each tuned to a different channel. The presenter in one TV says, “How are you?” Then the presenter in other TV says, “I am fine.” This is a coincidence, not communication.
People are TV sets tuned to their own unique channel. Communication is an illusion. This illusion breaks if you are in relationship with someone who is “very hard to communicate with.” Otherwise you keep living in the illusion your whole life.”
“Two types of choices seem to me to have been crucial in tipping the outcomes [of the various societies' histories] towards success or failure: long-term planning and willingness to reconsider core values. On reflection we can also recognize the crucial role of these same two choices for the outcomes of our individual lives.”
“Two types of dust I require to wipe my sin”
“Two types of films: those that employ the resources of the theater (actors, direction, etc...) and use the camera in order to reproduce; those that employ the resources of cinematography and use the camera to create”
Source: Notes on the Cinematograph
“Two types of leaders: there are thinkers and there are doers. Some are idea generators and others are the implementers.”
“Two types of people are prone to making most mistakes: the highly fearful and those that are completely fearless.”
“Two types of people laugh at the law: those that break it and those that make it.”
“Two types of people sing praises of hard work (1) Hard workers (2) Lucky people who want to reassure themselves that they got it all through hard work.”
“Two types of people walk this earth, The formed and the conformed.”
“Two types of prophecies exist. Those that will happen no matter what, and those that can be prevented. We can't know which is which.”
Source: Farsighted
“Two types of voices command your attention today. Negative ones fill your mind with doubt, bitterness, and fear. Positive ones purvey hope and strength. Which one will you choose to heed?”
Source: Live Loved: Experiencing God's Presence in Everyday Life
“Two U.S. Marine skeletons guarded the doors. They grinned down at us, rocket-propelled grenade launchers held across their chests. "You know," Grover mumbled, "I bet Hades doesn't have trouble with door-to-door salesman.”
“Two unusual examples of the Gemini type in the field of letters are Dante and Bernard Shaw. Dante wrote his Inferno so that he could show in luminous verbiage all his enemies roasting in the pits of perdition. The Shavian humor has about it the bite of shallowness. It is not the deep laughter of the gods who understand all, but the shallow titillating laughter of mortals who understand not even themselves.”
“Two unwritten rules of peacekeeping existed.
You’d expect it would be easy to keep two rules, but I broke the first one.
I had to break it to allow myself to live the passion that drove and controlled me, that distinguished one decision from another and determined where I drew my lines. I broke the rule to remain human.”
Source: Scorched Earth: Peacekeeping in Timor during a campaign of death and destruction
“Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.”
Source: The Iliad
“Two very simple rules:
A. You don't have to write.
B. You can't do anything else
The rest comes of itself.”
Source: The Raymond Chandler Papers: Selected Letters and Nonfiction, 1909-1959
“Two visions of the world remain locked in dispute. The first believes all men are created equal by a loving God who has blessed us with freedom. The second vision believes that religion is opium for the masses. It believes that eternal principles like truth, liberty, and democracy have no meaning beyond the whim of the state. And [Vladimir] Lenin spoke for them.”
“Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep: And one is of an old half-witted sheep Which bleats articulate monotony, And indicates that two and one are three, That grass is green, lakes damp, and mountains steep And, Wordsworth, both are thine.”
Source: The prelude: with a selection from the shorter poems, the sonnets, The recluse, and The excursion, and three essays on the art of poetry
“Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.”
“TWO VOICES
I own the dawn! the cockerel claims. The light
still loiters with intent to take the night.
Wind steals through woods, the democratic dew
gives equal weight to everything. A few
blank seconds and he starts again. He yawns
and voice possesses him. I own all dawns!
I stand on dignity! he shouts out, shut
in the dark kingdom of his one-room flat.
More pained possessive crazed each time he crows
he has to wrench his larynx, curl his claws
to let that shout surge through him. Glancing out
I notice nothing answers except light,
whose answer makes the earth's hairs stand on end
and shadows fall full-length without a sound.
What is the word for wordless, when the ground
bursts into crickets? There's a creaking sound
like speaking speeded up. A skeleton
crawls across leaves, still in its cramped position.
one minute stooping on a bending blade
rubbing its painful elbows, next minute made
of pinged elastic, flying hypertense,
speaking in several languages at once.
not like a mouth might speak, more like two hands
make whispered contact through their finger-ends,
like light itself which absent-mindedly
brushes the grass and speaks by letting be,
but when you duck down suddenly and stare
into the startled stems, there's nothing there.”
Source: Falling Awake
“Two voices struggled inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep her mouth shut.”
Source: Eclipse
“Two wars on opposite sides of the world will stretch the USA war machine thin!”
“Two ways of thinking: Human kingdom and human cleverness or God's kingdom and God's cleverness”
“Two weeks after having Bandit I was in a recording studio. I hadnt yet really fully understood what being a dad was and, man, I was exhausted. But she is 17 months now. Shes running, shes been running for a long time. Shes inspired me a great deal for the record. She even goes Wow Daddy! when I play to her.”
“Two weeks after hurricane Ian, some Florida homes were still flooded from historic high river levels.”
“Two weeks after the arrested I was on the phone with my wife and we said a prayer and I was crying and just so happy, I can't even explain it. It was euphoric. People said I went from freedom my whole life to prison, but in reality, I went from imprisonment and bondage of sin and death my whole life, to finding freedom in a prison cell.”
“Two weeks after the petition to shut down the Thirty Meter Telescope (TMT) was started, it had 189,393 signatures.”
“Two weeks ago, Aaron and Isaac, I learned your mother Laura has breast cancer. My heart feels impaled. These words, so useless and feeble. Laura is only thirty-five years old. Her next birthday will be in only three days. I write this letter to you, my sons, with the hope that one day in the future you will read it and understand what happened to our family.
Together, your mother and I have created and nurtured an unbreakable bond that has transformed us into an unlikely team. A Chicano from El Paso, Texas. A Jew from Concord, Massachusetts. I want you to know your mother. She has given me hope when I have felt none; she has offered me kindness when I have been consumed by bitterness. I believe I have taught her how to be tough and savvy and how to achieve what you want around obstacles and naysayers.
Our hope is that the therapies we are discussing with her doctors will defeat her cancer. But a great and ominous void has suddenly engulfed us at the beginning of our life as a family. This void suffocates me.”
Source: Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
“Two weeks ago at the Greater Glory Gathering Virginia Beach, the Lord spoke to me about contending for a greater outpouring of his presence, signs, and wonders. During this prophetic experience I saw the Revival Healing Angel that had visited us in Lakeland, Florida.”
“Two weeks ago at the U.S. Amateur, my mom caddied, and that is kind of a different feeling, because she's your mom and you have to listen to her. It was really comfortable having my mom there, but it's also really relieving and comfortable to have someone that knows the course off their hat, really.”
“Two weeks ago my mountain of mail delivered forth a pipsqueak mouse of a letter from a well-known publishing house that wanted to reprint my story “The Fog Horn” in a high school reader.
In my story, I had described a lighthouse as having, late at night, an illumination coming from it that was a “God-Light.” Looking up at it from the view-point of any sea-creature one would have felt that one was in “the Presence.”
The editors had deleted “God-Light” and “in the Presence.”
Some five years back, the editors of yet another anthology for school readers put together a volume with some 400 (count ‘em) short stories in it. How do you cram 400 short stories by Twain, Irving, Poe, Maupassant and Bierce into one book?
Simplicity itself. Skin, debone, demarrow, scarify, melt, render down and destroy. Every adjective that counted, every verb that moved, every metaphor that weighed more than a mosquito—out! Every simile that would have made a sub-moron’s mouth twitch—gone! Any aside that explained the two-bit philosophy of a first-rate writer—lost!
Every story, slenderized, starved, bluepenciled, leeched and bled white, resembled every other story. Twain read like Poe read like Shakespeare read like Dostoevsky read like—in the finale—Edgar Guest. Every word of more than three syllables had been razored. Every image that demanded so much as one instant’s attention—shot dead.
Do you begin to get the damned and incredible picture?
How did I react to all of the above?
By “firing” the whole lot.
By sending rejection slips to each and every one. By ticketing the assembly of idiots to the far reaches of hell.”
Source: Fahrenheit 451
“Two weeks ago we couldn't pronounce your name, but you were in the lead in a film that made millions, so we're sending you all these scripts.”
“Two weeks ago, I was in a fantastic situation, winning at Roland Garros. Now, losing in the first round, it's tough. The tour continues. Life continues. This is a sport of victories, not a sport of losses. Nobody remembers the losses. I don't want to remember the loss.”
“Two weeks before Christmas, Richard developed a strong belief that if he couldn’t sleep, then I shouldn’t sleep.”
Source: Broken
“Two weeks before his death, a friend asked him half jokingly if he had discovered any meaning in life. "Yes," he replied, "there is a meaning; at least, for me, there is one thing that matters - to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people."”
Source: Ideas and Places
“Two weeks before the attack on the USS Cole and then again two days before the attack, they saw through their analysis that a major event was going to occur in Yemen. They told the Navy not to bring the Cole into Yemen harbor. It went in and was attacked.”
“Two weeks. Everything you love, own, and cherish, can be gone, liquidated, and lost forever in two weeks. Give or take a day.”
Source: Poe
“Two weeks. He’d only been here two weeks. Five weeks ago, he was a cop. Now he was staring at the manicured toes of a pretty decent looking cougar as they swayed back and forth three feet off the ground. She was wearing that light blue silk robe. Maybe it was silk. He didn’t really have a clue. But she had looked good in it.”
Source: Westgate: A Nick Marino Mystery
“Two weeks into the apocalypse, Daphne burned her hometown to the ground.”
Source: The Beginning of the End
“Two weeks is about the ideal length of time to retire.”
Source: A Good Age
“Two weeks later General Kaledin received a deputation from his troops. 'Will you,' the asked, 'promise to divide the estates of the Cossack landlords among the working Cossacks?'
'Only over my dead body,' responded Kaledin. A month later, seeing his army melt away before his eyes, Kaledin blew out his brains. And the Cossack movement was no more...”
Source: Ten Days That Shook the World
“Two weeks of killer sunburn is worth a lifetime of being gorgeous”
Source: Uglies & Pretties: Uglies; Pretties
“Two weeks of thinking I’d sort it out tomorrow, what came next. Eating crisps in bed or in the bath and getting a headache from all the salt. Daytime telly on as if it can keep you warm—the kind that lets you know there’s worse things than death. There’s nowt so dangerous as a room with no view. Started seeing things in the popcorn ceiling. Every sad bastard thought come to life, stretching near forty years, and they went on and on, filling the room like a leaking oven, finding a gap under the door and flooding out till my head felt the size of the world.”
Source: The Borrowed Hills
“Two weeks off hockey compared to a few days without Sloane proved two things to me: I can live without hockey but I can't live without Sloane.”
Source: Powerless
“Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.”
“Two weeks together, that’s all it took, two weeks for me to fall in love with you. ♥”