Quotes About Still

Like I was falling even while I was standing still. Aching limbs.

Regardless of this forecast, however, we still must take into account the fact that many people used to lack a decent understanding of our profession, and many still do.

You know, I'm still on somebody's list somewhere for giving him next to no money,' Clinton joked later, ' but it was a pretty good chunk of what I had.

Is it not clear, therefore, that happiness is a state of being, and unhappiness is a state of doing? So long as our mind is active or doing something, thinking one thought or another, we experience only a mixture of happiness and unhappiness, and whatever happiness we do experience in the midst of that mixture is imperfect, limited and relative. We experience perfect, unlimited and absolute happiness only when our mind becomes perfectly still.

Time is so terribly inconsistent, I find, the way it hurries on or stands still.

Fick snorted. "And you know as well as I do – allegations count a lot more than denials. Somebody says Charlie fucked a goat, even if the goat denies it, guy still goes to his grave Charlie the Goat Fucker.

Pop used to have a dog, a mutt with some kind of crazy hunting instinct, and it would see a squirrel and just go so still. He'd turn himself into a dog statue.

I watched the moon through the window. It was a beautiful, floating illusion of a still point in the universe. Dark shadows passed over the plains, mountains and water.

THEN When I am dead, even then, I will still love you, I will wait in these poems, When I am dead, even then I am still listening to you. I will still be making poems for you out of silence; silence will be falling into that silence, it is building music.

At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.

The muted November light made everything seem gray and still, like a pencil drawing.

HMS Victory returned eventually to Portsmouth and is still there, still commissioned in the Royal Navy.

A moth fluttered over the reflection of the moon in the water. She spoke quietly in the still, scented air.

This sense of restraint will always come as a "still small voice" (1 Kings 19:12), so faint that no one except a saint of God will notice it.

It is a small hope, and pointless really. They are just as dead either way. Still, I hope.

I am calm as a windless winter night.

It puts me into a kind of trance, but my hands know what to do even as my mind remains muffled and still. I only have to reach for the petcock and switch over the tank. The engine will start again.

The seventh day is not over; the story is not over. We're still being made in the image of God. ... it appears that we are still living in the sixth day.