Quotes About Experience

Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get . Life should be touched, not strangled.

ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said

It's not books you need, it is some of the things that once were in books. (...) Books were only the type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid to forget. (...) The magic is only in what books say.

We all made the right kind of mistakes, or we wouldn't be here. -Guy Montag

you'll find as you get older the days kind of blur ... can't tell one from the other...

Three things are missing... ...Quality, texture of information... leisure

Quantity gives experience. From experience alone can quality come.

The leaf-light flickered on the paper-thin skin of the old men's wrists, the shadows alternating with fading sunlight. They moved in a soft whisper.

Tr? con nhÆ° th?m chùi chân, th?nh tho?ng ph?i b? d?m lên.

A whole summer ahead to cross off the calendar, day by day. Like the goddess Siva in the travel books, he saw his hands jump everywhere, pluck sour apples, peaches, and midnight plums. He would be clothed in trees and bushes and rivers. He would freeze, gladly, in the hoarfrosted ice-house door. He would bake, happily, with ten thousand chickens, in Grandma's kitchen.

Doesn't an old thing always know when a new thing comes?

Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile gripped by his face muscles, in the dark. It never went away, that smile, it never ever went away, as long as he remembered.

Mistakes can be profited by.

Most of us can't rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven't time, money or that many friends. The things are looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine percent of them is it a book.

No puedo más, de veras. Estoy entumecido y cansado. Hoy han ocurrido demasiadas cosas. Me siento como si hubiera pasado cuarenta y ocho horas bajo una lluvia torrencial, sin paraguas ni impermeable. Estoy empapado hasta los huesos de emoción.

Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'Live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

e-books smell like burned fuel

I know, I know. You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by. Man, when I was younger I shoved my ignorance in people's faces. They beat me with sticks. By the time I was forty my blunt instrument had been honed to a fine cutting point for me. If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.

If your reader feels the sun on his flesh, the wind fluttering his shirt sleeves, half your fight is won.

I am not one thing. I am many things that America has been in my time. I had enough sense to keep moving, learning, growing. And I have never reviled or turned my back on the things I grew out of.

Alcune persone diventano tristi quando sono ancora terribilmente giovani. Senza una ragione specifica, a quanto pare, ma sembrano nati per questo. Si feriscono più facilmente, si stancano prima, piangono più velocemente, si ricordano tutto per più tempo e, come ho detto, diventano tristi più presto di chiunque altro al mondo. Lo so, perché sono uno di loro.

I see my grandfather there looking up at that strange drifting light, thinking his own still thoughts. I see me, my eyes filled with tears, because it was all over, the night was done, I knew there would never be another night like this.

If anything is taught here, it is simply the charting of the life of someone who started out to somewhere—and went. I have not so much thought my way through life as done things and found what it was and who I was after the doing. Each tale was a way of finding selves. Each self found each day slightly different from the one found twenty-four hours later.

What do you do, go around trying everything once?" he asked. "Sometimes twice." She looked at something in her hand.