Quotes About Experience

By the time I was forty my blunt instrument had been honed to a fine cutting point for me.

For fifty years I've watched the grandfather clock in the hall, William. After it is wound I can predict to the hour when it will stop. Old people are no different. They can feel the machinery slow down and the last weights shift.

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.

Well, when I think of thirty-five years of your life . . . Mrs. Goodwater pursed her lips and blinked her eyes, counting. That's about twelve thousand seven hundred and seventy-five days, or counting three of them per day, twelve thousand-odd commotions, twelve thousand much-ados and twelve thousand calamaties. It's a full rich life you lead, Elmira Brown. Shake hands! Get away! Elmira fended her off.

I do wish to run, seize this greatest time in all the history of man to be alive, stuff my senses with it, eye it, touch it, listen to it, smell it, taste it, and hope that others will run with me, pursuing and pursued by ideas and ideas-made machines.

Look at the world out there, my God, my God, look at it out there, outside me, out there beyond my face and the only way to really touch it is to put it where it's finally me, where it's in the blood, where it pumps around a thousand times ten thousand a day.

Tas, kas jums vajadz?gs, nav gr?mat?s vien! Mekl?jiet to ar? daudz kur citur — vec?s gramofona plat?s, vec?s film?s un vecos draugos, mekl?jiet dab? un paši sev?. Gr?matas ir tikai viena no tvertn?m, kur glab?jam to, ko baid?mies aizmirst. Gr?mat?m paš?m nav ma?iska sp?ka. Šis sp?ks ir tam, kas gr?mat?s pateikts, tam, kas Visuma gabali?us m?su priekš? sadiedz vienot? vesel?.

Vairums cilv?ku nevar visur aizbraukt, ar visiem sastapties, apce?ot visas pasaules pils?tas. Mums nav ne tik daudz laika, ne naudas, ne pazi?u. Tas, ko j?s mekl?jat, pasaul? eksist?, bet tikai vienu procentu no visa t? parastais cilv?ks ierauga sav?m ac?m. Visu p?r?jo vi?am sniedz gr?matas.

Y cuando murió, comprendí que yo no lloraba por él, sino por todas las cosas que hacía. Lloraba porque nunca volvería a hacerlas.

Listen. Easy now," said the old man gently. "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.[...]

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

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. Now, pick up your feet

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say. -Faber

for he remembered last week and the two white stones staring up at the ceiling and the pump-snake with the probing eye and the two soap faced men with the cigarettes moving in their mouths when they talked.

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.

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 you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book.

Oh, el realismo!¡Oh, el aquí, oh, el ahora, oh, el infierno!

What do you do, go around trying everything once?' He asked 'Sometimes twice

The words become poetry that no one minds, because no one has thought to call it that. Time is there. Love is there. Story is there.

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.

It's not books you need, it's some of the things that once were in books.

The metaphor is the mask of God through which eternity is to be experienced.

because a dream is a personal experience of that deep, dark ground that is the support of our conscious lives, and a myth is the society's dream. The myth is the public dream and the dream is the private myth. If your private myth, your dream, happens to coincide with that of the society, you are in good accord with your group. If it isn't, you've got an adventure in the dark forest ahead of you.

a dream is a personal experience of that deep, dark ground that is the support of our conscious lives, and a myth is the society's dream.