to capture a moment you need to have a really good scene. like in a movie. if two people were falling in love with eachother. but hten again i feel like weve seen that moment be captured before. maybe moments dont need to be captured. maybe that just need to happen and be done with.
For so long she had been trying to evade capture and for so long she live in fear because of it. No more would she run and hide — she was going to fight. She had to because her entire life depended on it, or if she was being very honest with herself, it was because she had nothing left to lose.
Have you ever played capture the flag? Ok my cousins and I play in the hallway every Passover since I was a baby, and I remember this one time when Allison was really little and our parents came upstairs literally to find a 3 year old Allison holding the flag while ethan and I were trying to pull her over the line to each others sides of the “arena”. We got in trouble, and Allison was a little traumatized after that
Picture perfect moment isn’t captured by a great SLR camera.The best captured picture is the one that stays in our memory as it include the emotions we felt that day.
The shots went off but Lysa didn’t hear anything. She flicked the tab on the camera and adjusted it one last time before she snapped the photo. Then she dropped the photo on the ground without looking at it. She threw the camera off from around her neck and smashed it on the floor. The hallway echoed with the sound of her footsteps.
oh that is brings many thoughts. capture my heart. steal me away. fits in with what i have read with books on teens lately and the things that are happening with them in the stories
it means to be captivated
to be taken away
a gift at times
a photo
capture the moment capture your thoughts what are you really thinking and feeling capture a glow a brightness something magical capture the stars a twinkling fairy dust capture something elusive capture me
There are so many moments that I would like to capture. When we’re happy and smiling. The feeling of riding my bicycle or laughing uncontrollably. I want to bottle that up.
THE MOMENT, SEIZE THE DAY. LIFE. CAMERA. PHOTOGRAPHY. THE LIGHT INSIDE. LIFE. LIFE. LIFE. HAPPINESS, A SMILE. CAPTURE THE GLOW, THE MISCHEVIOUS SPARKLE IN SOMEONE’S EYE, CAPTURE YOURSELF.
If I could capture this feeling and remove it from my heart… I would. If I could grab it, throw it on the ground and stomp on it. Set it on fire. Pray to never see or feel it again. How do I extract such a core emotion of this “era” ?
She couldn’t capture the moment like she wanted to, so she turned away, closed her eyes and committed it to memory. This day would not be forgotten, this day would become a part of her. She smiled and looked again at the little boy who would not last the night.
i saw him from all the way across the room. He was beautiful, that much i could tell. but it was nothing compared to when he raised this eyes at me, those green orbs. i was immediately captured by them and held captive. At that moment i knew i was a goner. there was nothing i could do to stop this, he called me in and i started walking forward without even consciously doing so. Those eyes, were dangerously beautiful, something about them was making my heart beat faster. It was like they pierced right through my soul.
I was in captivity, an animal. All humanity stripped from me in the form of clothes, name, dignity… I was no better than a circus animal. Captured. I hadn’t technically done anything wrong. The authorities get off on taking the humanity from the world in whatever form they find at their disposal. Fucking pigs. They were the animals here.
I wish I could capture time, more than just in a measly photograph. I want to capture it and play with it over and over again, relieve the moments that I treasure with every inch of my being. Then, time would not control me. It would not tell me when to grow up and grow old, it would not tell me that the day is through and that it is time for goodbye, it would not tell me that everything is momentary and eventually going to leave. But, alas, time escapes me, and I cannot escape it.
Once there was an Indian princess who ran away. She crossed a small stream and hid in a cave to escape capture. But that night she was visited by a wise owl.
All I ever wanted to do was capture her heart. We had been best friends for as long as I could remember, but I wanted more. I reached out to her and spoke of love and trust and all things wonderful. Alas, her heart and her love are as free as the wind. And so I sit and weep.
We spend all our lives trying to capture what is out of reach,
becoming so absorbed with our goals, our future….what we want to achieve.
our past…what we let slip through the palms of our hands… (or perhaps who).
we become completely absorbed with the moments we can no longer live…
or the experiences we are waiting to delve into,
we have convinced ourselves that we are living,
when, if truly we had learned to live, we’d capture the moments we are given,
as. they. come.
Simply. Capture. The Moment.
Seizing every opportunity.
Enjoying every bitter emotion,
every rotten fit of joy.
In Travels With Charley in Search of America, Steinbeck really manages to capture the feeling of being on the open road in the US. From the deserted motels, to the small settlements in the Midwest that are home to some very interesting portraits of American culture.
She could capture his mind with just one stare, with just one raise of her eyebrows or a sneer of disgust. Perren didn’t know why he was intimidated by her. She captured his attention, even when she was trying to go un-noticed. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was about her, but he knew that there was something behind those dark curls and brown eyes. There were fears behind the fearless exterior she put forward. One day, Perren wanted to capture them.
I captured a picture for you today, a beautiful rainbow stood by a lake and it reminded me of the way you are, the brightness that radiates from every pore. Beauty is now defined in the way you move, your hair, your eyes.
i can capture a moment – i can capture an event – what i can’t capture is my life plan – where do i go next? maybe i am missing the point and rather the journey should remain unscripted – free and write itself out
Makes me think of Lord of the Flies, when the boys on the island capture Simon (thinking he is a pig) and eventually kill him. Not something I like to think about…
I went out this morning to capture birds and band them, actually. It was for my vertebrate biology class. Our teacher did most the work (you have to be certified), though, but still we set up the net, identified the birds, etc.
when you are captured a person has got you in their power, e.g kidnapped or under hostage. you are always under surveillance which means that you are constantly kept under watch.
to capture a moment you need to have a really good scene. like in a movie. if two people were falling in love with eachother. but hten again i feel like weve seen that moment be captured before. maybe moments dont need to be captured. maybe that just need to happen and be done with.
For so long she had been trying to evade capture and for so long she live in fear because of it. No more would she run and hide — she was going to fight. She had to because her entire life depended on it, or if she was being very honest with herself, it was because she had nothing left to lose.
Nah not in the mood. If you could capture my attention I’d truly be amazed. My brain is done, need a vacation. Okey. Bye.
Have you ever played capture the flag? Ok my cousins and I play in the hallway every Passover since I was a baby, and I remember this one time when Allison was really little and our parents came upstairs literally to find a 3 year old Allison holding the flag while ethan and I were trying to pull her over the line to each others sides of the “arena”. We got in trouble, and Allison was a little traumatized after that
Picture perfect moment isn’t captured by a great SLR camera.The best captured picture is the one that stays in our memory as it include the emotions we felt that day.
The shots went off but Lysa didn’t hear anything. She flicked the tab on the camera and adjusted it one last time before she snapped the photo. Then she dropped the photo on the ground without looking at it. She threw the camera off from around her neck and smashed it on the floor. The hallway echoed with the sound of her footsteps.
oh that is brings many thoughts. capture my heart. steal me away. fits in with what i have read with books on teens lately and the things that are happening with them in the stories
it means to be captivated
to be taken away
a gift at times
a photo
love, life, laughter, grab ahold, don’t let go, desire, butterflies, lightning bugs, cats, the heart. running wild
capture the moment capture your thoughts what are you really thinking and feeling capture a glow a brightness something magical capture the stars a twinkling fairy dust capture something elusive capture me
There are so many moments that I would like to capture. When we’re happy and smiling. The feeling of riding my bicycle or laughing uncontrollably. I want to bottle that up.
THE MOMENT, SEIZE THE DAY. LIFE. CAMERA. PHOTOGRAPHY. THE LIGHT INSIDE. LIFE. LIFE. LIFE. HAPPINESS, A SMILE. CAPTURE THE GLOW, THE MISCHEVIOUS SPARKLE IN SOMEONE’S EYE, CAPTURE YOURSELF.
If I could capture this feeling and remove it from my heart… I would. If I could grab it, throw it on the ground and stomp on it. Set it on fire. Pray to never see or feel it again. How do I extract such a core emotion of this “era” ?
it’s like you captured my heart,
locked it up in a cage
of delicate silver
and threw away the key
far, far away
She couldn’t capture the moment like she wanted to, so she turned away, closed her eyes and committed it to memory. This day would not be forgotten, this day would become a part of her. She smiled and looked again at the little boy who would not last the night.
i saw him from all the way across the room. He was beautiful, that much i could tell. but it was nothing compared to when he raised this eyes at me, those green orbs. i was immediately captured by them and held captive. At that moment i knew i was a goner. there was nothing i could do to stop this, he called me in and i started walking forward without even consciously doing so. Those eyes, were dangerously beautiful, something about them was making my heart beat faster. It was like they pierced right through my soul.
I was in captivity, an animal. All humanity stripped from me in the form of clothes, name, dignity… I was no better than a circus animal. Captured. I hadn’t technically done anything wrong. The authorities get off on taking the humanity from the world in whatever form they find at their disposal. Fucking pigs. They were the animals here.
I wish I could capture time, more than just in a measly photograph. I want to capture it and play with it over and over again, relieve the moments that I treasure with every inch of my being. Then, time would not control me. It would not tell me when to grow up and grow old, it would not tell me that the day is through and that it is time for goodbye, it would not tell me that everything is momentary and eventually going to leave. But, alas, time escapes me, and I cannot escape it.
I captured a bird today…and I released it. And a memory returns into my head, bringing me back to what happened that one day.
There are times where I still miss her.
“Requiescat in pace” 3/29/2011
Once there was an Indian princess who ran away. She crossed a small stream and hid in a cave to escape capture. But that night she was visited by a wise owl.
capture every minute.every moment,every single second.best way to do it take a picture or
She was running quickly, panting. She was being chased after. Who was this person? What were they going to do to her?
All I ever wanted to do was capture her heart. We had been best friends for as long as I could remember, but I wanted more. I reached out to her and spoke of love and trust and all things wonderful. Alas, her heart and her love are as free as the wind. And so I sit and weep.
The capture of the t.v. program was not so good. They didn’t have a plot and the story was hard to follow.
“You asked me what I thought of love,” I said. “and to me, love is a bird captured in a cage.”
We spend all our lives trying to capture what is out of reach,
becoming so absorbed with our goals, our future….what we want to achieve.
our past…what we let slip through the palms of our hands… (or perhaps who).
we become completely absorbed with the moments we can no longer live…
or the experiences we are waiting to delve into,
we have convinced ourselves that we are living,
when, if truly we had learned to live, we’d capture the moments we are given,
as. they. come.
Simply. Capture. The Moment.
Seizing every opportunity.
Enjoying every bitter emotion,
every rotten fit of joy.
Capture the essence of living.
Simply live.
In Travels With Charley in Search of America, Steinbeck really manages to capture the feeling of being on the open road in the US. From the deserted motels, to the small settlements in the Midwest that are home to some very interesting portraits of American culture.
To contain or hold something or someone.
She could capture his mind with just one stare, with just one raise of her eyebrows or a sneer of disgust. Perren didn’t know why he was intimidated by her. She captured his attention, even when she was trying to go un-noticed. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was about her, but he knew that there was something behind those dark curls and brown eyes. There were fears behind the fearless exterior she put forward. One day, Perren wanted to capture them.
run run away don’t look back,
don’t left all those memories behind
don’t let regret capture it
i wish to have it on my bedside when i wake. i wish it be there in the air i breathe.
but she wont give it to me, so i must what i do not wish.
i want to capture her heart.
I captured a picture for you today, a beautiful rainbow stood by a lake and it reminded me of the way you are, the brightness that radiates from every pore. Beauty is now defined in the way you move, your hair, your eyes.
i can capture a moment – i can capture an event – what i can’t capture is my life plan – where do i go next? maybe i am missing the point and rather the journey should remain unscripted – free and write itself out
Makes me think of Lord of the Flies, when the boys on the island capture Simon (thinking he is a pig) and eventually kill him. Not something I like to think about…
I went out this morning to capture birds and band them, actually. It was for my vertebrate biology class. Our teacher did most the work (you have to be certified), though, but still we set up the net, identified the birds, etc.
I’ve been dreaming of you.. and me.
We were both running on a prairie.
tryin’ to capture a hope that left behind our history
.like a school of fish being captured in a net.
A bear being caught up in
. you catch something
. when you capture a certain area or weather.
. you can also grab it
when you are captured a person has got you in their power, e.g kidnapped or under hostage. you are always under surveillance which means that you are constantly kept under watch.
Flutters and beats on poorly paved streets on canvas of sweet melodic trees, intertwined and wound about, all around you reaching out for release.
like a bear in an inhuman trap, I was captured. I had often wished I was the hunter, rather than being the hunted. More than wished, I had dreamed it.