Quotes about grasp, page 31
My suggestion is that at each state the proper order of operation of the mind requires an overall grasp of what is generally known, not only in formal logical, mathematical terms, but also intuitively, in images, feelings, poetic usage of language, etc.
quote by David Bohm
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I ascribe a basic importance to the phenomenon of language. To speak means to be in a position to use a certain syntax, to grasp the morphology of this or that language, but it means above all to assume a culture, to support the weight of a civilization.
quote by Frantz Fanon
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While one man can discover a certain thing by himself, another is never able to understand it, even if taught by means of all possible expressions and metaphors, and during a long period; his mind can in no way grasp it, his capacity is insufficient for it.
quote by Maimonides
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As Each Day Calls
The rustling leaves
of a summer breeze,
the butterflies waking dance
and the songs of evening calls
are ours to enjoy
and stand within our grasp
if we can wake our senses,
our eyes and ears
we will see and hear it all
as each day comes to call.
poem by David Harris
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The Cup
Thy cup runneth over
drain, must!
loved one beware
seams fraying, straining
famished, must feast
tasteless fog engulfing all,
loved one beware
grasp, tear, smother
by God,
a thousand Gazelles could'nt,
would'nt
hold thy back
Madam, please prepare
poem by Hal Burke
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Mine Only
My garden contains the future,
It brings me a sentence to grasp
And handle as words, words are then words.
My heavy heart remains at death,
Inside the garden is a grave.
For the grass grows, and the death remains
Already in my heart.
That death is mine.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ultimate Solution
for things beyond the grasp
of our minds
beyond the hold and control
of our hands
beyond the help of our trusted
friends
beyond the confident powers
of science
beyond the patience of time
beyond the tolerance of space
beyond the reach of light
we can only pray.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 12
An ill-humoured man is captive in the hands of a foe, from the grasp of whose punishment he cannot be delivered wherever he may go.
If from the hand of calamity an ill-natured man escapes into the sky
The evil disposition of his own nature retains him in calamity.

Far Within Us #5
The nights are running out of darkness
Steel branches grasp
The arms of passers-by
Only anonymour chimneys
Are free to walk the streets
Which slice across our sleeplessness
In the gutters our stars decay
Trans. by Anne Pennington
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poem by Vasko Popa
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Faces of Early Life
The face of a child
Shows fear, loss
But faith
The thoughts of a child
Sheds new interpretations
Of the world, of hope
Of love
The hand of a child
A grasp that holds forever
Imprinted
The love of a child
Emotion that is gold
You can’t forget
That love
poem by Kendra .W.
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