#grasp

What interested me was not news, but appraisal. What I sought was to grasp the flavor of a man, his texture, his impact, what he stood for, what he believed in, what made him what he was and what color he gave to the fabric of his time. ↗

— John Gunther

#believed #color #fabric #flavor #gave

What some people interpret as brooding melancholy is serenity. I don't feel required to grasp all the time. ↗

— David Guterson

#feel #grasp #i #interpret #melancholy

It took a while for me to grasp that my colleagues believe I have made an impact on the history of cinema. ↗

— Conrad Hall

#cinema #colleagues #grasp #history #i

I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again, when alone and out in nature. On such occasions, time does not exist. Nor does the future exist. ↗

— Thor Heyerdahl

#again #alone #been #believe #does

Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them? ↗

— Horace

#grasp #harass #mind #purposes #them

At the lowest cognitive level, they are processes of experiencing, or, to speak more generally, processes of intuiting that grasp the object in the original. ↗

— Edmund Husserl

#experiencing #generally #grasp #level #lowest

I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away With free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay. ↗

— Muhammad Iqbal

#away #clay #defy #destiny #free

The American President resembles the commander of a ship at sea. He must have a helm to grasp, a course to steer, a port to seek. ↗

— Henry Adams

#american president #commander #course #grasp #helm

No poem is easily grasped; so why should any reader expect fast results? ↗

— John Barton

#any #easily #expect #fast #grasped

Tell me again about the girl whose hands have no color. Whose hands are completely white. This time make them damned, or untouched, or have her open a red umbrella or point at some maple leaves and damned near cry. Those hands. As freakish goes, I wish I had a tail. Maybe then you’d know how much I like you. It shakes me through, damn through. It shakes me. When she carries a peacock feather. When she touches her neck or thighs. You’re a person. It’s not so bad. You have hands. You are a person with hands to hold things. Things you like. Tremendous things. Tell me what you will hold today. I know there is room for everything. There is no need to be ceremonious. Tell what gets let go. ↗

— Rebecca Wadlinger

#beauty #everybody-has-hands-almost #girl #grasp #hands