Grasps Quotes

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as-their-grasps-are-disemboweled
what-whole-community-comes-to-believe-in-grasps-individual-as-in-vise-william-james
he-who-acts-spoils-he-who-grasps-lets-slip-lao-tzu
yet-he-who-grasps-moments-gift-he-is-proper-man-johann-wolfgang-von-goethe
when-mind-grasps-universe-senses-retreat-subhash-kak
these-exampleswe-put-them-forward-to-people-but-none-grasps-them-except-learned-alankabut-43
in-her-hand-she-holds-distaff-grasps-spindle-with-her-fingers-proverbs-3119
anyone-who-truly-grasps-fact-limited-time-curses-patience-blesses-hastiness-mehmet-murat-ildan
unless-everyone-grasps-the-importance-of-having-only-two-children-per-couple-wars-wont-be-over-just-oil-anymore-they-will-be-over-water-and-food
when-i-sharpen-my-flashing-sword-my-hand-grasps-it-in-judgment-i-will-take-vengeance-on-my-adversaries-repay-those-who-hate-me-deuteronomy-3241
solitude-has-soft-silky-hands-but-with-strong-fingers-it-grasps-the-heart-and-makes-it-ache-with-sorrow
a-statement-made-from-heart-has-aroma-it-has-lights-it-has-earth-sun-moon-it-is-colorful-it-grasps-attention-those-around-you-like-sunset-beth-johnson
time-is-like-fashionable-host-that-slightly-shakes-his-parting-guest-by-hand-and-with-his-arm-outstretchd-as-he-would-fly-grasps-in-comer-william-shakespeare
who-grasps-with-his-fist-one-who-has-arm-steel-injures-only-his-own-powerless-wrist-wait-till-inconstant-fortune-ties-his-hand-then-pick-out-his-bill-vaughan
the-anitya-doctrine-is-again-not-quite-simple-assertion-that-world-is-impermanent-but-rather-that-more-one-grasps-at-world-more-it-changes-alan-watts
youth-troubles-over-eternity-age-grasps-at-a-day-and-is-satisfied-to-have-even-the-day
what-verse-is-for-poet-dialectical-thinking-is-for-philosopher-he-grasps-for-it-in-order-to-get-hold-his-own-enchantment-in-order-to-perpetuate-it-friedrich-nietzsche
all-earthborn-hopes-with-time-must-pass-away-prayer-grasps-eternal-things-pray-always-pray-a-b-simpson
in-deepest-darkness-god-tenderly-grasps-my-hand-whispers-that-darkness-is-nothing-more-than-place-that-he-is-preparing-for-arrival-light-craig-d-lounsbrough
the-artist-is-man-in-any-field-scientific-humanistic-who-grasps-implications-his-actions-new-knowledge-in-his-own-time-he-is-man-integral-marshall-mcluhan
if-there-is-stage-at-which-individual-life-becomes-truly-adult-it-must-be-when-one-grasps-irony-in-its-unfolding-accepts-responsibility-for-life-barry-lopez
the-true-lover-knowledge-naturally-strives-for-truth-is-not-content-with-common-opinion-but-soars-with-undimmed-unwearied-passion-till-he-grasps-plato
he-thinks-rotten-parachute-they-played-with-as-kids-in-arcadia-they-hurtle-through-life-aging-unimaginably-fast-but-each-grasps-silken-edge-memory-that-billows-between-them-softe
as-to-methods-there-may-be-million-then-some-but-principles-are-few-the-man-who-grasps-principles-can-successfully-select-his-own-methods-ralph-waldo-emerson
the-man-who-grasps-opportunity-as-it-is-paraded-before-him-nine-times-out-ten-makes-success-but-man-who-makes-his-own-opportunities-is-barring-dale-carnegie
i-dont-call-watches-watches-i-call-them-grasps-because-one-they-grasp-onto-your-wrist-two-time-isnt-something-you-can-watch-its-concept-you-have-to-grasp-jarod-kintz
Well I want something to do, to create, to achieve, to whatever... Something I can't get enough of. You know something that I can't wait to get up in the morning to do something I can't get enough of, something that brings me joy and makes my heart sing. It could be anything, could be more than one thing but something that grabs me. Even a job, if it grabs me so that I could hardly wait to get there. Something that makes me feel good, allows me to be me, gives me freedom to grow and expand, something that grasps my heart, my joy, my excitement and leads me down the path to more joyful things, exciting challenges and challenging things. Barely stopping to take a breath I continued. Need a new journey a new destination, I want to grow to be or become, tread a new path, see what I haven't seen be what I haven't been ask what I haven't asked dare to what I haven't dared to... I don't even think it is so much a physical thing or mental it's just sort of un-learning some of what I learned It's being happy, while I am happy but I want something to do that creates even more. (..) Doing it for the joy of doing it not for any other reason; also I want it from and un-edited creativity free flowing something... I have some things that seem very interesting and somehow just don't feel right almost like I'm taking the wrong path and yet there are other things that I could be doing like writing but it seems that it does not feel good to sit and write but yet some part of me seems to love it and something in me hates it sort of like it could be the thing for me to do and yet it might not be.

Klaus Joehle
well-i-want-something-to-do-to-create-to-achieve-to-whatever-something-i-cant-get-enough-you-know-something-that-i-cant-wait-to-get-up-in-morning-to-do-something-i-cant-get-enoug
The door suddenly jerks open. A wideeyed teenager bursts out. She stares at me in dazed horror. In a strange way, I both know and don't know what has just happened. As the fragments begin to converge, they convey a horrible reality: I must have been hit by this car as I entered the crosswalk. In confused disbelief, I sink back into a hazy twilight. I find that I am unable to think clearly or to will myself awake from this nightmare. A man rushes to my side and drops to his knees. He announces himself as an off-duty paramedic. When I try to see where the voice is coming from, he sternly orders, 'Don't move your head.' The contradiction between his sharp command and what my body naturally wants-to turn toward his voice-frightens and stuns me into a sort of paralysis. My awareness strangely splits, and I experience an uncanny 'dislocation.' It's as if I'm floating above my body, looking down on the unfolding scene. I am snapped back when he roughly grabs my wrist and takes my pulse. He then shifts his position, directly above me. Awkwardly, he grasps my head with both of his hands, trapping it and keeping it from moving. His abrupt actions and the stinging ring of his command panic me; they immobilize me further. Dread seeps into my dazed, foggy consciousness: Maybe I have a broken neck, I think. I have a compelling impulse to find someone else to focus on. Simply, I need to have someone's comforting gaze, a lifeline to hold onto. But I'm too terrified to move and feel helplessly frozen.

Peter A. Levine
the-door-suddenly-jerks-open-a-wideeyed-teenager-bursts-out-she-stares-at-me-in-dazed-horror-in-strange-way-i-both-know-dont-know-what-has-just-happened-as-fragments-begin-to-con
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