Nick grasped a pencil from his dark, mahogany desk and hastily scribbed down the address Fred was telling him. They had to meet and have a serious talk about all that had just happened in the last coupla days. They couldn’t let this ruin their twenty-year long friendship. Nick knew he wasn’t ready to loose Fred’s affection and trust. He simply couldn’t afford it. He had to make things right again.
He was falling from the mountain, he tried to reach Susan’s hand and grasped it at last, but she wasn’t that strong and he ultimately fell to his death.
I do not…
I can not…
This concept is not…
I don’t understand.
No comprende.
I can’t even register how or where it/you are/is.
How cold is it in your heart? You beg ME to stop?
Oh, please.
your fingers are metal poles
that were kept in a ‘fridgerator.
And frankly it makes me uncomfortable when you clutch at me like that.
Gooseflesh is unpleasant.
He was leaving me. After the night we had spent together, I thought he would stay. But he was leaving the bed like a coward, thinking I wouldn’t notice it. I grasped his hand to make him stay, but he shook it off. Our story was over before it even began.
looks like the words made up of grass and sped. so the grass sped through the forrest, looking back with a tearful eye, not sure where it was going. it knew it had to get out of that meadow.. so it grew, and grew fast.. and it got to where it was going. off a cliff, it fell into the sea but instead of drowning it swam to china
The hands around my neck grasped the life from my soul, yet Gave me life all at the same time! It was pure hellific bliss! nOTHING i HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED PREVIOUSLY
i grasped his hand as I walked down the road. the love we felt was so strong. It is a love un like everybody elses. It was love at first sight. I grapsped his face when we kissed. I grasped his hands when ever I can. He is my one and only.
I grasped the fleeting moment with all of my heart. I didn’t know how I would ever let go of it, but it was gone whether I held on or moved on. It’s gone, and I can never have any relic except my memory, which fades a little more every day.
His blood was dripping from his brow the sweat from an athlete. His life was running short as the blade came closer. He flung his arm out at his attacker as he grasped onto what little hope he had left and pushed away with the last of his strength. They wouldn’t get him. no, not now, not after he came so far
she grasped the book tightly in her hands as she walked down the street. This was one book she didn’t want to lose. It was her favorite, a love story about a soldier who had gone off to war. She w
i grasped the telephone wire as it exploded into a million pieces. the person next too me got so scared that he pooped his pants and died on impact. there is a stain on the floor now. dang bastard. i ran out of the rolklnd
when someone is dramatically grabbing onto something. maybe someone. or maybe they are just grasping a concept or some sort of unfathomable idea. bad news maybe.
something that hasnt been clear to them until one distinct event or sentence was said to make it all finally make sense
So many times I have grasped at the truth and found nothing but air. Yet I still find myself fumbling around in the dark day after day hoping I’ll surprise myself. I guess I’m human.
She grasped the edge of the cliff hanging just by her fingernails looking down at the breakers below her. Trying to get her leg up or hang onto anything close to the top of the cliff. She knew it was like grasping at straws but what was the alternative. Try or fall onto the rocks below. With strength and determination that she didn’t know she had, she flung herself up and on top of the grass, swallowing great breaths wondering where her adversaries were now.
Keep moving, she had to keep moving, it was the only way she was to find the way out. Down the path, through the cactus, run girlie run.
The grass was growing at a rapid pace. It was beginning to reach past my knees, then my waist. Soon the grass was taller that me and I was engulfed in a sea of green blades that swished and swayed. I didn’t know how I was going to get home but I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment in the mysterious forest of grass.
Grasped. Its a word often use to finally get something. Whether you grasped the meaning, or the item your getting something. Grasped. Odd word, many writers use it but when in real life? Grasped. Like grabbed, but more emotive. Grasped.
He grasped at the fruit as it dangled from the tree; foreign and exotic, the color of an indigo sunset, with its inexorable pull and tantalizing, dripping juice. He was distantly aware that this was possibly the worst decision he was ever going to make in his short and insignificant life, and he was strangely okay with that.
58 minutes later, sat cross-legged and crying, she whispering the phrase “– —– – —- — —” for the final time, rose to her feet and bowed a single balletic movement. Smiling finally she skipped out of the room through the corridor and into the light, panda eyes glistening.
As she grasped the neck of his shirt, she pulled him in close. She whispered softly into his ear. What she whispered wasn’t what he had expected, but as he thought more about these words he was able to console himself with their meaning.
These days I feel like everything is slipping through my fingers. Like things that I could hold before, things that I could grasp, safe in my fist, are turning intangible and unreachable.
I grasped for something. Anything. The water sucked me under, deeper and colder, wetter. I wanted to scream. My eyes were bursting out of my skull. I couldn’t hold it anymore. “-gasp-“
I grasped at the handle, as my body drifted over the streets, hundreds of stories below. The wind blew against me as strong as furious as the ocean’s waves. I looked up into the blue hued sky, thinking of what could be my last moments on Earth.
The concept eluded her. It ran away from her outstretched fingers, laughing the cruel cackle of childhood enemies. She could not grasp the little pink plus on the white stick in front of her, and that, among other things, made her sick to her stomach.
She grasped at the blades of grass and she slid down the hill towards the cliff. Screaming as she went, mostly out of fear but also to remind herself that she was alive, for the moment at least. Soon she would need to do more than flail at the ground if that was to continue.
The needles were in my hands. Push, pull, wrap, push pull wrap. Over and over again. The clicking of the metal against each other, the feel of the yarn in my hands… it was relaxing.
(And then I couldn’t think of anything more to say.)
Auch Gras hat eine spezifische Geschwindigkeit. Du brauchst dir nur die Spitzen der Halme anschauen. Sie wiegen sich nach rechts und nach links, aber alle in einem unterschiedlichen Rhythmus, der dann wieder ein Gesamtbild verschiedener Grünnuancen und -schattierungen ergibt.
I have grasped what it means to do many things in my life, usually just in time to not need the information. I have not yet grasped exactly why I am on the planet. That is probably why I am still here.
The ledge crumbled under her hands. Feeling unstable, she tried to fumble for some other, more secure perch. However, it was to no avail. She kept on slipping, ad no matter what she tried, she just couldn’t pull herself up.
He grasped the rope with all his might, pulling with what little strength he had left. The sinews scratched into his palm, aggravating his wounds as he pulled. But he had no strength left. His grip loosened, he slid, and let go to fall into the abyss below him.
understood,comprehended,holdingon quickly
Growing grimmer and graver, the grouch grasped his own graceless visage and grumbled as he grieved his grimy fate.
She grasped the edge of the swimming pool, looking down deep into the murky tiles at the deep end, ten feet below. Swimming lessons. She hated them.
Nick grasped a pencil from his dark, mahogany desk and hastily scribbed down the address Fred was telling him. They had to meet and have a serious talk about all that had just happened in the last coupla days. They couldn’t let this ruin their twenty-year long friendship. Nick knew he wasn’t ready to loose Fred’s affection and trust. He simply couldn’t afford it. He had to make things right again.
I grasped what you are trying to say.
He was falling from the mountain, he tried to reach Susan’s hand and grasped it at last, but she wasn’t that strong and he ultimately fell to his death.
I do not…
I can not…
This concept is not…
I don’t understand.
No comprende.
I can’t even register how or where it/you are/is.
How cold is it in your heart? You beg ME to stop?
Oh, please.
your fingers are metal poles
that were kept in a ‘fridgerator.
And frankly it makes me uncomfortable when you clutch at me like that.
Gooseflesh is unpleasant.
He was leaving me. After the night we had spent together, I thought he would stay. But he was leaving the bed like a coward, thinking I wouldn’t notice it. I grasped his hand to make him stay, but he shook it off. Our story was over before it even began.
looks like the words made up of grass and sped. so the grass sped through the forrest, looking back with a tearful eye, not sure where it was going. it knew it had to get out of that meadow.. so it grew, and grew fast.. and it got to where it was going. off a cliff, it fell into the sea but instead of drowning it swam to china
The hands around my neck grasped the life from my soul, yet Gave me life all at the same time! It was pure hellific bliss! nOTHING i HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED PREVIOUSLY
i grasped his hand as I walked down the road. the love we felt was so strong. It is a love un like everybody elses. It was love at first sight. I grapsped his face when we kissed. I grasped his hands when ever I can. He is my one and only.
Achieving what you have been longing for. It’s finally in your hands. It’s finally tangible. Not just a dream.
The image was confusing so I was not able to grasp the idea that the artist was trying to imply.
I grasped the fleeting moment with all of my heart. I didn’t know how I would ever let go of it, but it was gone whether I held on or moved on. It’s gone, and I can never have any relic except my memory, which fades a little more every day.
the boy graspe the idea of developing a motorized scooter for his project.
His blood was dripping from his brow the sweat from an athlete. His life was running short as the blade came closer. He flung his arm out at his attacker as he grasped onto what little hope he had left and pushed away with the last of his strength. They wouldn’t get him. no, not now, not after he came so far
she grasped the book tightly in her hands as she walked down the street. This was one book she didn’t want to lose. It was her favorite, a love story about a soldier who had gone off to war. She w
i grasped the telephone wire as it exploded into a million pieces. the person next too me got so scared that he pooped his pants and died on impact. there is a stain on the floor now. dang bastard. i ran out of the rolklnd
when someone is dramatically grabbing onto something. maybe someone. or maybe they are just grasping a concept or some sort of unfathomable idea. bad news maybe.
something that hasnt been clear to them until one distinct event or sentence was said to make it all finally make sense
So many times I have grasped at the truth and found nothing but air. Yet I still find myself fumbling around in the dark day after day hoping I’ll surprise myself. I guess I’m human.
Grasped the mask with pure humiliation.
How dare you falsify such innocence?!
Grasping the self in utter consternation.
How could we have missed the obvious pretense?
She grasped the edge of the cliff hanging just by her fingernails looking down at the breakers below her. Trying to get her leg up or hang onto anything close to the top of the cliff. She knew it was like grasping at straws but what was the alternative. Try or fall onto the rocks below. With strength and determination that she didn’t know she had, she flung herself up and on top of the grass, swallowing great breaths wondering where her adversaries were now.
Keep moving, she had to keep moving, it was the only way she was to find the way out. Down the path, through the cactus, run girlie run.
grasped grab
The grass was growing at a rapid pace. It was beginning to reach past my knees, then my waist. Soon the grass was taller that me and I was engulfed in a sea of green blades that swished and swayed. I didn’t know how I was going to get home but I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment in the mysterious forest of grass.
Grasped. Its a word often use to finally get something. Whether you grasped the meaning, or the item your getting something. Grasped. Odd word, many writers use it but when in real life? Grasped. Like grabbed, but more emotive. Grasped.
He grasped at the fruit as it dangled from the tree; foreign and exotic, the color of an indigo sunset, with its inexorable pull and tantalizing, dripping juice. He was distantly aware that this was possibly the worst decision he was ever going to make in his short and insignificant life, and he was strangely okay with that.
58 minutes later, sat cross-legged and crying, she whispering the phrase “– —– – —- — —” for the final time, rose to her feet and bowed a single balletic movement. Smiling finally she skipped out of the room through the corridor and into the light, panda eyes glistening.
As she grasped the neck of his shirt, she pulled him in close. She whispered softly into his ear. What she whispered wasn’t what he had expected, but as he thought more about these words he was able to console himself with their meaning.
These days I feel like everything is slipping through my fingers. Like things that I could hold before, things that I could grasp, safe in my fist, are turning intangible and unreachable.
I grasped for something. Anything. The water sucked me under, deeper and colder, wetter. I wanted to scream. My eyes were bursting out of my skull. I couldn’t hold it anymore. “-gasp-“
I grasped at the handle, as my body drifted over the streets, hundreds of stories below. The wind blew against me as strong as furious as the ocean’s waves. I looked up into the blue hued sky, thinking of what could be my last moments on Earth.
The concept eluded her. It ran away from her outstretched fingers, laughing the cruel cackle of childhood enemies. She could not grasp the little pink plus on the white stick in front of her, and that, among other things, made her sick to her stomach.
She grasped at the blades of grass and she slid down the hill towards the cliff. Screaming as she went, mostly out of fear but also to remind herself that she was alive, for the moment at least. Soon she would need to do more than flail at the ground if that was to continue.
The needles were in my hands. Push, pull, wrap, push pull wrap. Over and over again. The clicking of the metal against each other, the feel of the yarn in my hands… it was relaxing.
(And then I couldn’t think of anything more to say.)
Auch Gras hat eine spezifische Geschwindigkeit. Du brauchst dir nur die Spitzen der Halme anschauen. Sie wiegen sich nach rechts und nach links, aber alle in einem unterschiedlichen Rhythmus, der dann wieder ein Gesamtbild verschiedener Grünnuancen und -schattierungen ergibt.
I have grasped what it means to do many things in my life, usually just in time to not need the information. I have not yet grasped exactly why I am on the planet. That is probably why I am still here.
The ledge crumbled under her hands. Feeling unstable, she tried to fumble for some other, more secure perch. However, it was to no avail. She kept on slipping, ad no matter what she tried, she just couldn’t pull herself up.
He grasped the rope with all his might, pulling with what little strength he had left. The sinews scratched into his palm, aggravating his wounds as he pulled. But he had no strength left. His grip loosened, he slid, and let go to fall into the abyss below him.
Like a baby holding on to your finger, letting go is not an option. I will never give up on this grip. I can only squeeze harder.
I have been holding on for to long now. It’s time I let go and grasp harder on to the next, object.