For all the books in his possession, he still failed to read the stories written plain as day in the faces of the people around him.
There is but a gentle stillness inside every cerebral. Tiny waterfalls of blood vessels rushing, becoming lethal.
Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah
See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it
There was almost a flicker of humanity in the man. The kind of human who pulled wings off flies as a kid, but still human.
My soul is melting in sadness but I still keep smiling for you.
That's why writers write—to say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard.
Something's still wrong--the same thing that was wrong forty years ago. A malignancy, a tumor, slowly growing in someone's heart. A conscience that's seared.
Still, it was fair to say that the minimum requirement for a truly enjoyable existence would be unbridled promiscuity.
I listen'd, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
And kindness is a weakness. I can see that now. But it's a weakness I'm still not sure I'd want to give up entirely .
Still, Luce held firm to the belief that quiet and solitude were good for you, offering peace, or at least hope for peace.
Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still are.
Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –
How are you still sane?" "Who says I am? I only stopped asking myself the escape question when the walls started to answer me." Shit.
It’s still his favorite dish, though. War and rancid meat.
The eye--it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will.
Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.-Leonard Cohen
Sunrise - a time when all truths are still clean and enviable.
Unnatural death always provoked a peculiar unease, an uncomfortable realization that there were still some things that might not be susceptible to bureaucratic control.
Still, she knows one thing for certain: never judge a relationship unless you are the one wrapped up in its arms.
