On what planet is sleep the first choice, that is where I want to holiday. For me sleep is only grasped when consciousness slips out of my fingers and letting go and closing down is the only valid choice. It is an interruption, a delay. I want to sleep, but it evades and obfuscates or it teases and taunts in alternating patterns. Work is the refuge of the sleepless classes, designed those who try and escape the sleep ritual, the constant disappointment and denial of peace.
I have grasped many things i my life but what i really have recently grasped was my own perception of the world around me as i see it. i feel like i know who i am today as opposed to years back en now. i am continually trying to grasp new ideas and things without losing my moral standards. to grasp means to get a hold of, to get it.
I grasped the vase, and hurled it at the tiled floor. It shattered in a rush of broken glass, dirty water and torn pink rose petals. She looked up from her checkbook as though she had only just realized I was still standing in her doorway.
What I thought would never be. My life is a stream of perfect memories, changing from moment to moment, withering and being born in every glimpse. I grasp the knowledge it gives me, it eludes my fingers, squeezes itself through the holes. I love. And all is well.
It was finally grasped. The idea, the notion…would it slip silently away into a forgotten memory? If only the thought would remain forever…if it could just be
I grasped the spear in my right hand and began to run as fast as i could. It was the only option i had. if the Boers caught me i would die; and the spear was the only weapon a poor black boy from the township could get his hands on.
Fingers bent like claws, grasping at a life seen only from the periphery – of laughter and carelessness and who really needs to work, anyway, and how do you get there? If you don’t like something, then change it, or quit, or make a decision, but don’t flail like a drowning man going under for the last time.
It is good to know that you have grasped what you have been reading and learning about. Information that is grasped is very helpful when you need to have conversations and write about it. It is not always easy to have grasped what is being said and written.
what he grasped at the beginning of his stint in directing came to a naught because he lost his mind. grasping something might be easy but retaining is difficult. although things change but what grasped remains for hunt.
I grasped the handle of the knife in time before my assailant had time to injure me. It was a death defying moment as I fell when I struggle to get control of the weapon. Fortunately for me, someone had call the police and my attacker was taken into custody.
I totally don’t know what does that mean. What is going to happen to me ? I don’t know, only the time will say it. Now I’m scary, under pressure. My hands start to be wet, the time goes fast. Only few second, over the past minute, my brain was fuck’up.
thre weren’t many things that i comprehended in kindergaten. but i was a genuinely happy child. i was delighted by the sun shining in the room in the mornings, though i didn’t understand photons existed. i squealed in laughter when my father tickled me on the way home, despite my ignorance towards the central nervous system.
Grasped? That has such a negative connotation to it. Oh no, wait. I’m confusing it with grabbed. Hmm. I like the way grasped sounds. It sounds so… Nice and fresh and youthful. does that make sense? Didn’t think so
i think i finally grasped the idea about life. what it means to be alive. i mean no one can ever fully grasp this idea, i think, its far too complex. can you even imagine not being there. that nothingness. the only person who has come the closest would be the dalai lama, but i don’t understand how he can be so happy. whenever i think about it it freaks me out and i’m uneasy.
i grasped the knowledge to find out what the world was about. i know that it was never possible to truly grasp such a concept, as one could grasp a lollipop, but i finally could appreciate everything about it. the mind is one fucked up device and that scares me. that nothingness of death, as if life could not be complete. i don’t know how or why we are here but to finally understand what it’s all about, that is enlightenment. this makes me wonder how the dalai lama can be so jolly if he has truly grasped this concept, as whenever i think about it, it just makes me uneasy and upset.
i grasped the knowledge to find out what the world was about. i know that it was never possible to truly grasp such a concept, as one could grasp a lollipop, but i finally could appreciate everything about it. the mind is one fucked up device and that scares me. that nothingness of death
I don’t know what this means. Perhaps it is a crazy way to fly to the moon. It’s could also be the latest way to say something cool. Maybe it’s the name of a new flying machine. I’m really not sure but it certainly sounds cool. Perhaps it is the way you handle you wake board when you are catching those waves with your parasail pulling you up into the air. I could just imagine the feeling and saying to my friends wow that is an awesome feeling perhaps even “grasped”.
She grasped at the dirt with her hands, gasping for hair she pulled with all her strength, her lifeless body dragging behind her, pulling her back like the past she longs to escape. She grasped the here and now, and fought to release her mind from the haunting memories of her past.
She grasped onto the metal railing tightly, fighting the urge to scream as the tears flowed down her face. Her arms began to ache just after the few minutes, but she couldn’t do anything. No one was there. She was going to die.
‘oh my heavens’ i grasped when seeing the Niagara falls from the American side some time back when i was in America
it was something i’ve never seen before
I held on to you, tightly. My grip made my fingers white, and you started to whimper. But you didn’t understand what you were to me just yet. At that point in your life, I was merely the woman who brought you food, and clothed you and held you. But to me, you were the very thing keeping me alive.
I held you tightly because I grasped on to you to stay alive.
i think that this was a moment i would remembr.
the time when i reached out to touch something, or someone
and i finally grasped somebody.
he was there, in that bleak time
waiting for me to find him
I grasped your hand and I held onto you and together we fell through life crying and joyous and stopping and go and green and red and I said I love you and you said yes I love you too and so we fall through time and space and sometimes it is good and wonderful and sometimes it is hard we fall we fall but I grasp.
I find it hard to grasp the concept of life.
To live, to breath… Why do it all?
It’s not as if I’m suicidal, because I’m not, I just find it difficult to see the people I love live without even trying to consider what happens to us when we grow old.
It’s so important. How can they not make it the number one priority?
The owl monkey grasped at its mother’s tail, squealing with delight at this newfound life of vivid greenery, dancing umbrage, and shocking citrus flavor. The mist, the sunlight, the shadows, the leaves, everything was grasped. Life, grasped.
She grasped at motivation but found it as intangible in reality as it was insubstantial in philosophy. There was no way to find the will to avoid what always came, or so she told herself. It was easier to believe impossibility from the beginning than failure at the end.
I grasped what she was trying to say to me. She wanted me to move out. Well she doesn’t have to tell me twice, I won’t be staying where I am not welcome. She need not say anything more… I will be gone tomorrow.
Gregory T. Horne, having not a penny to spend, grasped at his endearing friend, Linus R. Cutherbert, and shook the life from him if only to squattle some change from him. He cared not, he knew not, he only stupidly groped at the primal lust – the mindless need. The incessant and maddening need for more, for anything. Anything at all. A penny, a friend, a soul – a price to pay. God knows he couldn’t do otherwise, elsewhere or anywhere. Could not a man, who in the throes of possession – that is, the possession of a mindless grip itself – be turned friend to friend.
Grasping, grasped, Grasp.
As Gregory T. Horne grasped at the darkness within himself, as he did the now object, his once endeared friend, Linus R. Cutherbert, who himself slipped into darkness.
I grasped the notion of our conversation quite rapidly. He did not want to be with me anymore. I love you but I am not in love you. He need not say anymore as this is quite clear to me.
She was floting along in a world that she barely understood. He was the only thing that helped her to make sense of it all. Her grandather had died only six months ago and still she felt that she had lost her grasp on reality. Whatever reality is. The life she lived certainly was not real.
I grasped the notion of our conversation quite rapidly. He didn’t want to be with me anymore. I love you but I’m not in love you. He need not say anymore as this is quite clear to me.
On what planet is sleep the first choice, that is where I want to holiday. For me sleep is only grasped when consciousness slips out of my fingers and letting go and closing down is the only valid choice. It is an interruption, a delay. I want to sleep, but it evades and obfuscates or it teases and taunts in alternating patterns. Work is the refuge of the sleepless classes, designed those who try and escape the sleep ritual, the constant disappointment and denial of peace.
A child has grasped the knowledge that I’ve taught. These is what teachers live for!
I have grasped many things i my life but what i really have recently grasped was my own perception of the world around me as i see it. i feel like i know who i am today as opposed to years back en now. i am continually trying to grasp new ideas and things without losing my moral standards. to grasp means to get a hold of, to get it.
I grasped the vase, and hurled it at the tiled floor. It shattered in a rush of broken glass, dirty water and torn pink rose petals. She looked up from her checkbook as though she had only just realized I was still standing in her doorway.
He grasped onto my hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
“Do you really have to leave now?” he asked, his eyes reflecting his sadness.
“Of course I do, you know as well as I do that my husband will be home in about 10 minutes.”
What I thought would never be. My life is a stream of perfect memories, changing from moment to moment, withering and being born in every glimpse. I grasp the knowledge it gives me, it eludes my fingers, squeezes itself through the holes. I love. And all is well.
It was finally grasped. The idea, the notion…would it slip silently away into a forgotten memory? If only the thought would remain forever…if it could just be
I grasped the spear in my right hand and began to run as fast as i could. It was the only option i had. if the Boers caught me i would die; and the spear was the only weapon a poor black boy from the township could get his hands on.
Fingers bent like claws, grasping at a life seen only from the periphery – of laughter and carelessness and who really needs to work, anyway, and how do you get there? If you don’t like something, then change it, or quit, or make a decision, but don’t flail like a drowning man going under for the last time.
Find something you love, take it, recognize it in the crowd and never ever let it go. Never.
It is good to know that you have grasped what you have been reading and learning about. Information that is grasped is very helpful when you need to have conversations and write about it. It is not always easy to have grasped what is being said and written.
what he grasped at the beginning of his stint in directing came to a naught because he lost his mind. grasping something might be easy but retaining is difficult. although things change but what grasped remains for hunt.
I grasped the handle of the knife in time before my assailant had time to injure me. It was a death defying moment as I fell when I struggle to get control of the weapon. Fortunately for me, someone had call the police and my attacker was taken into custody.
I totally don’t know what does that mean. What is going to happen to me ? I don’t know, only the time will say it. Now I’m scary, under pressure. My hands start to be wet, the time goes fast. Only few second, over the past minute, my brain was fuck’up.
As he grasped the ledge
for dear life, he wondered what
was at the bottom.
thre weren’t many things that i comprehended in kindergaten. but i was a genuinely happy child. i was delighted by the sun shining in the room in the mornings, though i didn’t understand photons existed. i squealed in laughter when my father tickled me on the way home, despite my ignorance towards the central nervous system.
A peace of land surrounded by water
Grasped? That has such a negative connotation to it. Oh no, wait. I’m confusing it with grabbed. Hmm. I like the way grasped sounds. It sounds so… Nice and fresh and youthful. does that make sense? Didn’t think so
journey by sea.
i think i finally grasped the idea about life. what it means to be alive. i mean no one can ever fully grasp this idea, i think, its far too complex. can you even imagine not being there. that nothingness. the only person who has come the closest would be the dalai lama, but i don’t understand how he can be so happy. whenever i think about it it freaks me out and i’m uneasy.
i grasped the knowledge to find out what the world was about. i know that it was never possible to truly grasp such a concept, as one could grasp a lollipop, but i finally could appreciate everything about it. the mind is one fucked up device and that scares me. that nothingness of death, as if life could not be complete. i don’t know how or why we are here but to finally understand what it’s all about, that is enlightenment. this makes me wonder how the dalai lama can be so jolly if he has truly grasped this concept, as whenever i think about it, it just makes me uneasy and upset.
i grasped the knowledge to find out what the world was about. i know that it was never possible to truly grasp such a concept, as one could grasp a lollipop, but i finally could appreciate everything about it. the mind is one fucked up device and that scares me. that nothingness of death
I don’t know what this means. Perhaps it is a crazy way to fly to the moon. It’s could also be the latest way to say something cool. Maybe it’s the name of a new flying machine. I’m really not sure but it certainly sounds cool. Perhaps it is the way you handle you wake board when you are catching those waves with your parasail pulling you up into the air. I could just imagine the feeling and saying to my friends wow that is an awesome feeling perhaps even “grasped”.
She grasped at the dirt with her hands, gasping for hair she pulled with all her strength, her lifeless body dragging behind her, pulling her back like the past she longs to escape. She grasped the here and now, and fought to release her mind from the haunting memories of her past.
She grasped onto the metal railing tightly, fighting the urge to scream as the tears flowed down her face. Her arms began to ache just after the few minutes, but she couldn’t do anything. No one was there. She was going to die.
grasped by love
suffocating lungs
of despair
humming suns
in your hand
‘oh my heavens’ i grasped when seeing the Niagara falls from the American side some time back when i was in America
it was something i’ve never seen before
I held on to you, tightly. My grip made my fingers white, and you started to whimper. But you didn’t understand what you were to me just yet. At that point in your life, I was merely the woman who brought you food, and clothed you and held you. But to me, you were the very thing keeping me alive.
I held you tightly because I grasped on to you to stay alive.
i think that this was a moment i would remembr.
the time when i reached out to touch something, or someone
and i finally grasped somebody.
he was there, in that bleak time
waiting for me to find him
I grasped your hand and I held onto you and together we fell through life crying and joyous and stopping and go and green and red and I said I love you and you said yes I love you too and so we fall through time and space and sometimes it is good and wonderful and sometimes it is hard we fall we fall but I grasp.
I find it hard to grasp the concept of life.
To live, to breath… Why do it all?
It’s not as if I’m suicidal, because I’m not, I just find it difficult to see the people I love live without even trying to consider what happens to us when we grow old.
It’s so important. How can they not make it the number one priority?
The owl monkey grasped at its mother’s tail, squealing with delight at this newfound life of vivid greenery, dancing umbrage, and shocking citrus flavor. The mist, the sunlight, the shadows, the leaves, everything was grasped. Life, grasped.
She grasped at motivation but found it as intangible in reality as it was insubstantial in philosophy. There was no way to find the will to avoid what always came, or so she told herself. It was easier to believe impossibility from the beginning than failure at the end.
I grasped it all really quick because I knew I had to get it done
I grasped what she was trying to say to me. She wanted me to move out. Well she doesn’t have to tell me twice, I won’t be staying where I am not welcome. She need not say anything more… I will be gone tomorrow.
Gregory T. Horne, having not a penny to spend, grasped at his endearing friend, Linus R. Cutherbert, and shook the life from him if only to squattle some change from him. He cared not, he knew not, he only stupidly groped at the primal lust – the mindless need. The incessant and maddening need for more, for anything. Anything at all. A penny, a friend, a soul – a price to pay. God knows he couldn’t do otherwise, elsewhere or anywhere. Could not a man, who in the throes of possession – that is, the possession of a mindless grip itself – be turned friend to friend.
Grasping, grasped, Grasp.
As Gregory T. Horne grasped at the darkness within himself, as he did the now object, his once endeared friend, Linus R. Cutherbert, who himself slipped into darkness.
I grasped the notion of our conversation quite rapidly. He did not want to be with me anymore. I love you but I am not in love you. He need not say anymore as this is quite clear to me.
She was floting along in a world that she barely understood. He was the only thing that helped her to make sense of it all. Her grandather had died only six months ago and still she felt that she had lost her grasp on reality. Whatever reality is. The life she lived certainly was not real.
I grasped the notion of our conversation quite rapidly. He didn’t want to be with me anymore. I love you but I’m not in love you. He need not say anymore as this is quite clear to me.
Everything is just out of reach
a bird flies in between buildings
weaving an imaginary thread through the sky
a caterpillar scurries along a wooden path
unaware of the shifting world it lives in
and there i stand
hands outstretched
grasping
grasped