Quotes of: Stills Keyword

When it comes to society and human consciousness, Darwinism still exists in its primal message.

Parallelism Of Cyclicality

Maybe, just maybe, if I 'm lucky enough, I 'm still just having a bad trip.

Party of Five

A grateful mind by owing owes not, but still pays, at once indebted and discharged; what burden then?

Paradise Lost

Brave words. Easy to write when one was young and death was still skulking over a distant hill somewhere... - Pg. 82

Pompeii

A conscience is that still small voice that people won't listen to.

Pinocchio

Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal.

The Problem of Pain

It isn't always easy between us. I admit that. But it's still right between us, always.

Prized

It was her pleasure, her joy, to make me still the master in all things.

The Professor

Even when the world throws it worst and then turns in its back, there is still always hope

The Power of Six

A brick is a banana. No it isn’t. Still, I think you should eat it anyway. 

Rick Bet Blank

I still have the scars from when they captured me and beat me in the middle of the street." "You don't get scars." "Emotional scars then.

Rebel

You know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.' 'And yet it is still extremely funny.

The Time of My Life

Do all the works you can while you still have the strength to work.

Think Great: Be Great: Beautiful Quotes

take your best orgasm, multiply the feeling by twenty, and you're still fuckin miles off the pace

Trainspotting

The escalator doesn’t work, and you’d think they’d still be used as stairs, but in this economic depression, even the stairs are unemployed.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

Bosses are like assholes—everybody’s got one. Well, everyone except the unemployed. But still, bosses are like assholes, in that they are assholes. 

This Book is Not FOR SALE

I’m romantic. I’ll try to make your bed while you’re still sleeping in it.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

our feet are grape-squashed in memories our skins are still flushed from the touch of summer’s lips.

A touch, a tear, a tempest

Ears of corn can listen better than me when they’re still in the ground.

This Book Has No Title

Even when in the midst of disturbance, the stillness of the mind can offer sanctuary.

The Ultimate Cosmic Ordering Meditation

You were a pain, then. You still are. You’re just a different kind of pain to me.

Unspoken