Quotes About Experience

Well, I've been in a few car wrecks.

There's a freedom to being young that is harder to come by as time goes on.

Funny the way it is, not right or wrong, somebody's heart is broken, and it becomes your favorite song.

Don't you rob yourself of what you're feeling; don't rob yourself of all that you could be.

The space between the tears we cry is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more...

Henry Ford said, "Those who never make mistakes work for those of us who do.

A man with an experience is not at the mercy of a man with an opinion.

Life is not a snapshot, it's a filmstrip.

One of the problems with travelling in the TARDIS, no matter what state of repair it might ultimately be in, is that you can leave a place of sweltering heat to find yourself in bitter cold, and you always seem to have put on the wrong clothes for it.

All of which is to the purpose that I have travelled more than most, by means that provoke looks of askance at the merest telling of them,

As a novel, of course, the whole thing blows dead rodents somewhat more so than a dead-rodent blowing thing. What the hell do I know about writing novels? I have enough trouble dealing with all the shit that happens in real life. I

People come back to places that send them away.

When you've been falsely accused of serious crimes as often I have, you learn to recognize the oncoming inevitability of the next one.

the living world—this ambiguous realm that we experience in anger and joy, in grief and in love—is both the soil in which all our sciences are rooted and the rich humus into which their results ultimately return, whether as nutrients or as poisons. Our spontaneous experience of the world, charged with subjective, emotional, and intuitive content, remains the vital and dark ground of all our objectivity.

We cannot experience any entity in its totality, because we are not pure, disembodied minds, but are palpable bodies with our own opacities and limits.

One's relation to one's house, in other words, is hardly a relation between a pure subject and a pure object—between an active intelligence, or mind, and a purely passive chunk of matter.

Such reciprocity is the very structure of perception. We experience the sensuous world only by rendering ourselves vulnerable to that world. Sensory perception is this ongoing interweavement: the terrain enters into us only to the extent that we allow ourselves to be taken up within that terrain.

The world and I reciprocate one another. The landscape as I directly experience it is hardly a determinate object; it is an ambiguous realm that responds to my emotions and calls forth feelings from me in turn.

We are by now so accustomed to the cult of expertise that the very notion of honoring and paying heed to our directly felt experience of things—of insects and wooden floors, of broken-down cars and bird-pecked apples and the scents rising from the soil—seems odd and somewhat misguided as a way to find out what's worth knowing.

you could hardly call them Fobbits. They were ghosts, gone outside the wire more often than not (and making damn sure everyone saw them depart, slurping loud from travel mugs of coffee, uniforms clinking and whickering, a patchwork of 550 cord and carabiners and duct tape).

The hardest math ever is Life, each one of us has a different question.

As I get older, my sense of humor is my biggest asset.

Yes. But sad's alright. Sad's just apart of everything

The notion that any one person can describe 'what really happened' is an absurdity. If ten - or a hundred - people witness an event, there will be ten - or a hundred - different versions of what took place.