Quotes About Grasping

Here is a moment of extravagant beauty: I drink it liquid from the shells of my hands and almost all of it runs sparkling through my fingers: but beauty is like that, it is a fraction of a second, quickness of a flash and then immediately it escapes.

I am transfiguring reality—what is it that's escaping me? why don't I reach out my hand and take it? It's because I only dreamed of the world but never saw it.

Creating isn't imagination, it's taking the great risk of grasping reality.

Sir, my inferior understanding prevents my grasping the unquestionable soundness of the mission.

It's that moment about two months in, when you think you've finally got a handle on the place. Suddenly it feels within your grasp. It's a delusion—you've only been there eight weeks—and it's followed by the complete despair of ever understanding anything. But at that moment the place feels entirely yours. It's the briefest, purest euphoria.

moment about two months in, when you think you've finally got a handle on the place. Suddenly it feels within your grasp. It's a delusion—you've only been there eight weeks—and it's followed by the complete despair of ever understanding anything. But at that moment the place feels entirely yours. It's the briefest, purest euphoria.

Inertes exceto quando removidos, batiam as asas com fúria entre nossos dedos e então voavam para se agarrar novamente a qualquer coisa, inertes outra vez

I never really felt pushed at school or that I was struggling; it came naturally.

Beware that you do not lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.

for example, in grasping a new toy, this toy is assimilated to the grasping scheme, the toy attains the functional meaning of being "graspable.

During this substage, infants start to reciprocally assimilate or coordinate two different schemes. For example, infants grasp what they are seeing, and they move in front of their eyes what they are grasping.

I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.

this letting things go is sometimes called nonattachment, but not with the cool, remote quality often associated with that word. this nonattachment has more kindness and more intimacy than that. it's actually a desire to know, like the questions of a three-year-old. we want to know our pain so we can stop endlessly running. we want to know our pleasure so we can stop endlessly grasping.

Il n'y a rien de coupable. L'instant n'est pas coupable, c'est seulement de vouloir le retenir qui n'est pas permis. Seul le fait de se cramponner à ce qui ne se laisse pas retenir... (89)

If we must "feel" God's presence before we believe he is with us, we again reduce God to our ability to grasp him, making him an idol instead of acknowledging him as God.

Não nos movemos, as mãos é que se estenderam pouco a pouco, todas quatro, pegando-se, apertando-se, fundindo-se.

But by reading them again and again finally I was able to grasp the essential part. What emotion, enthusiasm, enlightenment and confidence they communicated to me! I wept for joy.

I found lines that mirrored an ache and longing I had so often felt when the beauty around my woods cathedral was too intense, when the need to grasp and keep loveliness left me with a sense of desolate frustration.

Yet, even now, ever time (often) that I find that I don't understand something, then instinctively, I'm filled with the hope that perhaps this will be my moment again, perhaps once again I shall understand nothing, I shall grasp that other knowledge, found and lost in an instant.

I hope this scene isn't playing out all over the nation. People like me struggling to grab what they can. Whole families, even. Grasping at the leftover shards of their lives.

The idea of having a narrative guiding the viewer through and grasping their attention is a really compelling thing.

'Deadwood' proved that viewers are smarter in terms of grasping intricate dialogue than they had been given credit for.

Whoever reaches into a rosebush may seize a handful of flowers; but no matter how many one holds, it's only a small portion of the whole. Nevertheless, a handful is enough to experience the nature of the flowers. Only if we refuse to reach into the bush, because we can't possibly seize all the flowers at once, or if we spread out our handful of roses as if it were the whole of the bush itself -- only then does it bloom apart from us, unknown to us, and we are left alone.

What the mediocrity principle tells us is that our state is not the product of intent, that the universe lacks both malice and benevolence, but that everything does follow rules—and that grasping those rules should be the goal of science.