And I'm still fundamentally using the same principles today.

I have not forgotten them. I have not swept them under the carpet.

KT Look at the road Still got that goddamn blindfold on.

I may be old, but I can still ride a bike.

As a child so young and tender, Words I can't forget I still remember.

You're still young.

You're still young.

Do you remember me?

I still love her.

Do you remember?

It's fine, Dima laughed. I'm still growing, after all. I'll grow into it.

And, despite having left the church, I still feel a profound reverence for the holy truth.

I'm still here.

Still sleepy, right?

Can't believe still.

I still cannot find a suitable definition for that destructive event, and I think I never will.

I continue to believe that only the achievement of a comprehensive settlement will bring an end to the Cyprus problem.

Hello? Are you still here?

I don t talk about political matters, she famously said. That s not my department.

I'm still hesitating whether to go there or not.

I know that you still love me.

I'm still looking for a job.

I still can't believe we won.

I still wish that you'd do that.

I still am. But the clock is ticking.

I remember those days vividly.

Are you listening, Sarmad? We don t treat anybody unjustly here.

My steps have held fast to your paths. My feet have not slipped.

Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.

I still get bad dreams and wake up screaming.

And I'm all set to do it. I'm all set to do it, but then it turns out that to set up here, you have like 10 minutes to set up!

I ve been working in Mauritania on and off for the past eight years and this issue of slavery is still one I am struggling to fully understand.

Twenty years later, I remain mystified.

And, despite the recent summit s apparent success, I still am.

I'm still convinced that everyone is beautiful and kind.

I believed, and I still do, that my story could be helpful.

And Victor begins writing, we think it was a letter to Joan, his partner. And he writes and writes, with the rush of feeling.

You realize, you're still yourself maybe even more so.

To this day, I still can't disagree entirely.

In the thought of him who is at ease there is contempt for misfortune. It is ready for them whose foot slips.

When I said, My foot is slipping! Your loving kindness, Yahweh, held me up.

He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

When I said, My foot slippeth thy mercy, O LORD, held me up.

Even though I've traveled a lot, I still think like an American woman.

I am still taking the advantage of a generator that I operate by diesel to contact the world.