We have risked something of ourselves in our allowing these beliefs (such as the belief that the pursuit of truth is worthwhile) to
grasp hold of our lives.
Not exact matches
Through that dream is the way and the truth and the
life of the One who is both very far away, beyond our
grasping, and very near, to
hold us up and lead us on.
Only in that regular and candid encounter between ourselves and Christ in the Sacrament
of Reconciliation will we
grasp two essential truths
of the spiritual
life: the depth to which sin has a
hold over our fallen nature, and the far greater power
of the grace
of Christ ministered to us through his Church.
Perhaps from this perspective my
life has a significance, a purpose, a meaning which I can not
grasp hold of in a controlling manner.
It is helpful to find sites that have wonderful recipes I can incorporate in my
life and
grasp hold of the things I can eat and not focus on what I can't.
Back in the good old days
of 2007, when dinosaurs walked the Earth, nobody had really heard about eBooks, less still
grasped how popular they'd become, allowing old books a new lease
of life; and how devices capable
of holding entire libraries in their diminutive frames, and still capable
of being used as —
of all things, telephones — would be ubiquitous.
Are you arriving at a new station in
life,
holding your arms out to welcome your newly conferred status as alumni or are your arms
grasping at the past — the memories
of your undergraduate years from which you now depart?
To think that we
grasp the fullness
of life is to say that by
holding a mere drop
of water in our hands we are able to understand the immensity
of the ocean.
I did not know then what kind
of living thing I would become, but the guard didn't let me have a chance to think about it — he
grasped my arm and dragged me till Pearl assured him that she'd support me, and she put her arm around my waist as we were led away with the triplets, away from the ramp and into the dust, onto a little road that led past the sauna and toward the crematoria, and as we marched into this new distance with death rising up on either side
of us, we saw bodies on a cart, saw them heaped and blackened, and one
of the bodies — it was reaching out its hand, it was
grasping for something to
hold, as if there were some invisible tether in the air that only the neardead could see.