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Still Quotes (page 52)

XII sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near. Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Bill Watterson quote: "The score is still Q to 12!"
The score is still Q to 12! Bill Watterson
I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence. Anais Nin
Edgar Allan Poe quote: "Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore..."
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore... Edgar Allan Poe
Martin Luther King jr. quote: "I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the..."
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. Martin Luther King jr.
Who is John Galt?"The light was ebbing, and Eddie Willers could not distinguish the bum's face. The bum had said it simply, without expression. But from the sunset far at the end of the street, yellow glints caught his eyes, and the eyes looked straight at Eddie Willers, mocking and still - as if the question had been addressed to the causeless uneasiness within him."Why did you say that?" asked Eddie Willers, his voice tense. The bum leaned against the side of the doorway; a wedge of broken... Ayn Rand
And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity. Stephen King
We writers are the worst kind of cruel, Because we worship our own stories and poems, And what human can compete with metaphors? Writers stand still and yet vacate our homes Inside our fantasies. We are word-whores, With libidos and egos of balsa wood. We’d have sex with our books, if only we could. Sherman Alexie
Paulo Coelho quote: "Being human means having doubts and yet still continuing on..."
Being human means having doubts and yet still continuing on your path. Paulo Coelho
Distance... is like futurity. A dim vastness is spread before our souls; the perceptions of our mind are as obscure as those of our vision... But alas! when we have attained our object, when the distant 'there' becomes the present 'here,' all is changed; we are as poor and circumscribed as ever, and our souls still languish for unattainable happiness. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Charles Bukowski quote: "It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps..."
It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life. Charles Bukowski
Alpha children wear grey. They work much harder than we do, because they're so frightfully clever. I'm awfully glad I'm a Beta, because I don't work so hard. And then we are much better than the Gammas and Deltas. Gammas are stupid. They all wear green, and Delta children wear khaki. Oh no, I don't want to play with Delta children. And Epsilons are still worse. They're too stupid to be able to read or write. Besides they wear black, which is such a beastly color. I'm so glad I'm a Beta. Aldous Huxley
Margaret Atwood quote: "There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you..."
There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive. Margaret Atwood
If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigiland its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves. Rabindranath Tagore
I feel again the hunger to let go of my striving and find the ability to become content and still, intentionally "superfluous," as writer Helen M. Luke puts it. I want a refuge from my old conquering self. Sue Monk Kidd

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