Stills Quotes
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Still, life carries on. Exams to be examined. Serious things to be thingied.
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Anyone who separates being and doing is still enjoying separation.
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But at the same time I went down into the mines with working miners who are still young men, younger than I am, who are aware that their working life is coming to an end and they feel suddenly cut off.
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If you're an actor and you don't act for a long time you sort of think, I wonder if I can still do it.
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I still go to church occasionally. I went the other day and found peace.
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Umpiring, the only job in the world where you can screw up on a daily basis and still have one!
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Still, not much of a reason to live, is it? The fear of being punished for killing yourself.
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I was a total punk. But I was still an outcast, even with the punks and stuff.
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I never like being touched, ever. People used to say I held my breath when they were hugging me. I still do.
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I still got the nasty in me.
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I'm still not good at changing nappies, but I do do it.
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I'm still disturbed if a chord isn't together, but your priorities change as you get older.
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In Haverford on the Platte the townspeople still talk of Lucy Gayheart.
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No matter how much it's growing, the Internet still is a pretty specific demographic. It doesn't necessarily represent the general populace.
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I went to 13 schools in 12 years. We moved all over the place. Music was the only thing that I could get behind... I wasn't that good at socializing. I'm still not.
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We still lend our old house out to relatives. They keep a guest book for my fans to sign.
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I think the pop industry is still a young man's game.
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Kill an unborn baby and you still couldn't de-fetus.
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Fame doesn't redeem you. It takes a long time to get there, and when you're finally there, you realise you still have authority figures telling you what to do.
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I still don't know if I can write songs. I don't think anyone ever knows if they can write songs.
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The photo is a thing in itself. And that's what still photography is all about.
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A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefest instant, yet the wisp of wing dust still shone on his lips years later.
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I still believe in rock and roll, it pays my bills.
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It has always been, and still is, my intention to build a playground in Central Park.
