There is a carriage stopping before the door.

There is something wrong with the engine.

There is a trick to it

there’s nothing for it

There is something behind all this.

There is something shady about it

Is there such a thing

There is a limit to everything

There is every indication that ...

Is there a lift?

There was rubbish everywhere.

There is a lot of snow on the mountains.

There must be some mistake

There's a strange atmosphere here.

There is something wrong with the steering.

There you are at last

There is no free lunch in the city

There she is, all tarted up

There's a pianist living below us.

There are no objections to it

There was a spot of trouble

There’s nothing else for it but to

There are trees next to the house.

There is more in it than meets the eye

There’s safety in numbers