When I came upon lighting, I strongly felt that I had something to bring to that realm, and so I held that image in my mind and hung in there and ended up forging a new path.
I held that picture in my hand, the soundtrack of my boyfriend's kids delightfully squealing in the yard and I thought, my ex and my son were smiling at me taking the photo.
I held that observation in mind while fixed to my chair by Will Self's brilliant but chaotic and word-choked new novel, "Umbrella," which was shortlisted for the 2012 Man Booker Prize.
And when I held that sweet baby in my arms, I prayed for the future.
I held that copy slip in my hands and shook my head at all the things we can't explain in this world.
Instead, I hold that scene in perspective, because I'm old enough to recall what was there before.
"I couldn't hold that in".
(Though I hold that in the past, many people were made equally miserable by too much forced contact).
"Any time someone performs for me in the postseason -- probably because I never got there as a player -- I hold that in high esteem.
"I hold that in the present state of civilization, where two races of different origin, and distinguished by color, and other physical differences, as well as intellectual, are brought together, the relation now existing in the slaveholding States between the two, is, instead of an evil, a good — a positive good".
