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101. "Still no pain as such, just that infuriating itch."
Author: Alexander Gordon Smith
102. "So many times in my life I've felt as though looking at Em is like seeing another variation of myself, but I don't feel that way now. Too much has changed recently. Still, Em is my best girl friend. Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.-Cassia, from the novel Matched."
Author: Ally Condie
103. "I'm still a little bent, a little crooked, but all things considered, I can't complain."
Author: Anthony Kiedis
104. "I was always happy when he was around. My heart did not stay still in it's place even. Nowadays my stomach replaced my heart. I was filling my stomach as long as my heart stayed empty. Just because of filling somewhere inside of me."
Author: Arzum Uzun
105. "As society changes, as politics change, as people change, certain songs still seem to resonate."
Author: Beck
106. "You come out; it is still dark. The door creaks, or perhaps you sneeze, or the snow crunches under your foot, and hares start up from the far cabbage patch and leap away, leaving the snow criss-crossed with tracks. In the distance dogs begin to howl and it takes a long time before the quieten down. The cocks have finished their crowing and have nothing left to say. Then dawn breaks."
Author: Boris Pasternak
107. "Because I'm a cat. A big one, the Panther of Rough Storms, in fact. But still a cat. If there's a saucer of milk to spill, I'd rather spill it than let it lie. If my mistress grows absent-minded and leaves a ball of yarn about, I'll bat it between my paws, and unravel it. Because it's fun. Because it's what cats do best."
Author: Catherynne M. Valente
108. "There still might be a place for us somewhere."
Author: Charles Bukowski
109. "She had everything she wanted, but she still felt, at times, that there were other things she might want if she knew about them."
Author: Edith Wharton
110. "To explore and affiliate with life is a deep and complicated process in mental development. To an extent still undervalued in philosophy and religion, our existence depends on this propensity, our spirit is woven from it hope rises on its currents."
Author: Edward O. Wilson
111. "There are a lot of women screenwriters, but they are obviously outnumbered by men. And it still is a very much male-dominated industry."
Author: Elizabeth Meriwether
112. "Still loved but deprived of grace"
Author: Flann O'Brien
113. "I'm still friendly with Dean. He still calls me on the phone from time to time. John Dean was fired and later ended up spending some time in prison for his role in Watergate."
Author: Fred F. Fielding
114. "Being an actress wasn't a plan at all, so what's happened to me is very strange. Life isn't very normal, even though I'm still very much a normal girl. I ride the subway, I ride the bus, and all of that."
Author: Gabourey Sidibe
115. "Memory is a barricade against forgetting; light is a bulwark against darkness; life is a flex against the stillness of the grave. Maybe that's what I'm trying to do here, clear a space in all the debris, through all the anxieties and worries, where I can just exist, easily and simply, entire, for as long as I have left."
Author: Helen Humphreys
116. "It's beautiful here and we're still unhappy"
Author: Ian McEwan
117. "As many people have chronicled, the decision to fight in Vietnam was a years-long accretion of step-by-step choices, each of which could be rationalized at the time. Invading Iraq was an unforced, unnecessary decision to risk everything on a 'war of choice' whose costs we are still paying."
Author: James Fallows
118. "General Pickett, finding the battle broken while the enemy was still reinforcing, called the troops off."
Author: James Longstreet
119. "She had preferred being on the plane, detached from the earth, the illusion of sitting still."
Author: Jhumpa Lahiri
120. "There dwells a life in every star;With brother spheres it rolls afarIts self-elected, radiant way.Still throb within the great earth-ballThe forces which conduct us allFrom day to night, from night to day. - - - GER:Das Leben wohnt in jedem Sterne:Er wandelt mit den andern gerneDie selbsterwählte reine Bahn;Im innern Erdenball pulsierenDie Kräfte, die zur Nacht uns führenUnd wieder zu dem Tag heran.Zahme Xenien VI."
Author: Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
121. "I watch her brooding -- soft downy breastfeathers warming nestlings still encased in fragile shells her wordless lullaby as soothing as the lapping of the waterand the rustle of our Father's wings..."
Author: Kate Mullane Robertson
122. "He moves closer and leans down so I will look at him. And I feel sick, literally nauseated by the smell of bourbon on his breath. And yet I still want to fold myself up and put my entire body in his arms. I am loving him and hating him at the same time."
Author: Kathryn Stockett
123. "West had woken up something inside of me. I never felt more alive than I did when I was with West. West pushed me to be more. More human and yet more cybernetic at the same time. West could go anywhere with me. He could nearly match me step for step on scouting duties, could hunt with me. But I still didnt fully trust him. West kept too many secrets, had lied to me too many times. And he almost seemed to like to make me angry."
Author: Keary Taylor
124. "Zulu, we do this quick and easy," Ray said. "No ripping his chest apart, taking out his heart, and painting his blood across the pavement.""Come on. I did that once, and you still won't leave it alone." I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back in the van's backseat."
Author: Kenya Wright
125. "?"For all we become aware of when we slowly wake up, you can't help but pause and wonder what is still left unseen."
Author: L.M. Fields
126. "To deny the darkness of yourself is to deny half of who you are, and when you love, truly love, you need to love the whole person; not just the part that smiles and waves, but the part that thinks murderous thoughts and knows that pain is both pleasure and temptation...but still thinks puppies are really cute."
Author: Laurell K. Hamilton
127. "And though he continued never to express a single word of love for me, not in any way of his several languages, I could not take a hint. Let the hint be written across the heavens in skywriting done by several planes - I was dense. Even skywriting, well, it wasn't always certain: it might not cover the whole entire sky, or some breeze might smudge it, so who could really say for sure what it said? Even skywriting wouldn't have worked! Several years later, I would wonder why I had thought my feelings for this man were anything but a raw, thrilling, vigilant infatuation. But I still had called them love. I was in love. I had learned the Portuguese and the Arabic for love, but all for naught."
Author: Lorrie Moore
128. "The sweet-smelling aroma of the island spices still hung in the air. It filled his nostrils and titillated his appetite all over again. His appetite drove him mad for something much more than food."
Author: Luke A.M. Brown
129. "Many people still believe that "tough guy" means having a camel type muscles rather than a lion heart."
Author: M.F. Moonzajer
130. "And yes, I know it's you; and that is what we will come to, sooner or later, when it's even darker than It is now, when the snow is colder,when it's darkest and coldest and candles are no longer any use to us and the visibility is zero: Yes.It's still you. It's still you."
Author: Margaret Atwood
131. "Tell me there is still good in the world. Tell me there is still hope for all of us."
Author: Marie Lu
132. "Riddles: They either delight or torment. Their delight lies in solutions. Answers provide bright moments of comprehension perfectly suited for children who still inhabit a world where solutions are readily available. Implicit in the riddle's form is a promise that the rest of the world resolves just as easily. And so riddles comfort the child's mind which spins wildly before the onslaught of so much information and so many subsequent questions.The adult world, however, produces riddles of a different variety. They do not have answers and are often called enigmas or paradoxes. Still the old hint of the riddle's form corrupts these questions by the echoing the most fundamental lesson: there must be an answer. From there comes torment."
Author: Mark Z. Danielewski
133. "Even if you don't believe in any God, you still have to believe in something that gives meaning to your life, and shapes your sense of the world. Such a belief is religious."
Author: Michael Crichton
134. "For My Dad ~ "I miss you every day." Lost love is still love, Eddie. It just takes a different form, that's all. You can't hold their hand... You can't tousle their hair... But when those senses weaken another one comes to life... Memory... Memory becomes your partner. You hold it... you dance with it... Life has to end, Eddie... Love doesn't."
Author: Mitch Albom
135. "Fat Charlie had had no real liking for the police, but until now, he had still managed to cling to a fundamental trust in the natural order of things, a conviction that there was some kind of power--a Victorian might have thought of it as Providence--that ensured that the guilty would be punished while the innocent would be set free. This faith had collapsed in the face of recent events and had been replaced by the suspicion that he would spend the rest of his life pleading his innocence to a variety of implacable judges and tormenters, many of whom would look like Daisy, and that he would in all probability wake up in cell six the next morning to find that he had been transformed into an enormous cockroach. He had definitely been transported to the kind of maleficent universe that transformed people into cockroaches."
Author: Neil Gaiman
136. "As I get considerably beyond the biblical allotment of three score years and ten, I feel with increasing intensity that I can express my gratitude for still being around on the oxygen-side of the earth's crust only by not standing pat on what I have hitherto known and loved. While oxygen lasts, there are still new things to love, especially if compassion is a form of love."
Author: Norman Maclean
137. "Between going and staying the day wavers,in love with its own transparency.The circular afternoon is now a baywhere the world in stillness rocks.All is visible and all elusive,all is near and can't be touched.Paper, book, pencil, glass,rest in the shade of their names.Time throbbing in my temples repeatsthe same unchanging syllable of blood.The light turns the indifferent wallinto a ghostly theater of reflections.I find myself in the middle of an eye,watching myself in its blank stare.The moment scatters. Motionless,I stay and go: I am a pause."
Author: Octavio Paz
138. "Charlotte blanched. 'I'm only a maid, miss.''A maid is still a woman."
Author: Olivia Newport
139. "How can we cash out-of-town checks when don't know whether a town's still there?"
Author: Pat Frank
140. "Still, he could not think of the mass of Moroccans without contempt. He had no patience with their ignorance and backwardness; if he damned the Europeans with one breath, he was bound to damn the Moroccans with the next. No one escaped but him, and that was because he hated himself most of all."
Author: Paul Bowles
141. "Part of me felt mollified by the letter, though another part felt he still could have been a bit more tactful in his earlier treatment, busy or no. The rest of me pointed out that all of these "parts of me" probably should be in therapy."
Author: Richelle Mead
142. "Arch glared at him. "I've spent hundreds of years watching you mope around because you thought you lost your soul mates. You wouldn't recognize a soul mate if she walked up to you and hit you in your face. Even after all this time, you still haven't figured it out."
Author: Rose Wynters
143. "Just Me, Just MeSweet Marie, she loves just me(She also loves Maurice McGhee).No she don't, she loves just me(She also loves Louise Dupree).No she don't, she loves just me(She also loves the willow tree).No she don't, she loves just me!(Poor, poor fool, why can't you seeShe can love others and still love thee.)"
Author: Shel Silverstein
144. "Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –"
Author: Simona Panova
145. "Ah, Sir, a novel is a mirror carried along a high road. At one moment it reflects to your vision the azure skies, at another the mire of the puddles at your feet. And the man who carries this mirror in his pack will be accused by you of being immoral! His mirror shews the mire, and you blame the mirror! Rather blame that high road upon which the puddle lies, still more the inspector of roads who allows the water to gather and the puddle to form."
Author: Stendhal
146. "On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges."
Author: Tom Robbins
147. "I want to be Jacques Pepin. I want to have a nice 50-, 60-year career. I want to be on PBS when I'm 70-something, still kicking it, having a great time, showing up in Aspen to sign cookbooks. I just want to have a nice, big, long career."
Author: Tyler Florence
148. "After my health suffered due to the stress of running my second company, I had to switch careers. But I still didn't want to go back to the corporate world. So I became an academic."
Author: Vivek Wadhwa
149. "How I wished during those sleepless hours that I belonged to a different nation, or better still, to none at all."
Author: W.G. Sebald
150. "OctoberO love, turn from the changing sea and gaze,Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old,A-dying 'mid the autumn-scented hazeThat hangeth o'er the hollow in the wold,Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infoldGrey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead,Wrought in dead days for men a long while dead.Come down, O love; may not our hands still meet,Since still we live today, forgetting June,Forgetting May, deeming October sweet? - - Oh, hearken! hearken! through the afternoonThe grey tower sings a strange old tinkling tune!Sweet, sweet, and sad, the toiling year's last breath,To satiate of life, to strive with death.And we too -will it not be soft and kind,That rest from life, from patience, and from pain,That rest from bliss we know not when we find,That rest from love which ne'er the end can gain?- Hark! how the tune swells, that erewhile did wane!Look up, love! -Ah! cling close, and never move!How can I have enough of life and love?"
Author: William Morris

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It makes me think that a marriage of true minds - to again quote Shakespeare - is in many ways just dumb luck."
Author: Carlene Bauer

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