Quotes About Experience

Your life is not a tragedy. It's history, and it's yours.

Since we're being literal now, have you felt clear and sensible at other times during your travels?' The question startled Tess into thinking. 'While turning hay. Swimming in the river, crawling through caves… once I was lying under a cattle guard, eating bread, and the sky was blue and there was a bee—' She cut off, embarrassed. It was hard to explain about the bee.

My companions ate the bear. I found I had no appetite.

Youth isn't all it's cracked up to be either." "Then you're doing it wrong.

walked to the

Have you ever been hurt by someone you loved, Carpenter, but loved that person anyway?" "Indeed, I have." "And? Was it worth it?" "Every single time." ? Rachel Hauck, To Love a Prince

If you didn't miss where you've been, it didn't mean that much to you.

I looked in the mirror again. I wasn't even sure I could get the cap on over the fluff. "Maybe we went a little overboard." "Trust me. We didn't." I wasn't so sure, though, when we walked into the kitchen where Dad was giving Jason pointers on driving in the rain, as though Raglan offered challenges he might never have encountered before.

The thing I'd learned about older people was that they really no longer cared about impressing others. It made it difficult to bait them or to get your way with them.

You could give lessons on putting up a tent. I've never seen one go up so fast." Okay. I'd never actually watched one go up. It wasn't exactly on my list of the top hundred-and-one things to see before I died.

Some days are diamond. Some days are stone.

And thank you for not laughing at me. People tend to disregard us old ladies—they think we're only good for sewing robes and making hot chocolate, that we're crazy since we can no longer bear children. But we're smarter than everyone because we don't have distractions anymore. No kids. No husbands for many of us. We always knew the evil that men did, and we still do. Just now, no one believes us.

How do we know that our life really happened and that we are not simply accumulating details, making it all up as we go along?

If someone had told me I'd spend the first night of my honeymoon watching another woman giving my husband head—and liking it—a few years before, or even a few weeks before, I'd have thought they were crazy.

To be young was to be more closely rooted to the thing that forms you,

But I had seen, the night I met her, that her beauty was going to leave her like it does all women. For the face, time relays some essential message, and time is the message. It takes things away. But its passage, its damages, are all we have. Without it, there's nothing.

Documenting life as it happened seemed like a way of not experiencing it. As if posing for photographs, or focusing on what to save and call a souvenir, made the present instantly the past. You had to choose one or the other was Everly's feeling. Try to shape a moment into a memory you could save and look at later, or have the moment as it was happening, but you couldn't have both.

It was good to be a stranger in Los Angeles. It was bad to be a stranger in Los Angeles with the company of another stranger in a loud shirt.

I was a kid. I didn't know about love, that you see someone and whether or not they say much, they make the world suddenly different, a mysterious and more alive place that you can access only through them. And the new, better world falls lifeless and flat when they go away.

We were in separate realities, fast and slow. There is no fixed reality, only objects in contrast.

For the face, time relays some essential message, and time is the message. It takes things away. But it's passage, it's damages, are all we have. Without it, there is nothing.

Most unexpected was the sadness that followed on the heels of pleasure, like smoke from an extinguished candle.

You know I never used to be a bad flyer, but I did start to have a fear of flying after I shot a movie where I was terrorized on a plane. I made Wes Craven's 'Red Eye'. I don't think they're linked but it does make me pause and wonder if they are, so perhaps I will explore that in therapy some day.

Facts bring us to knowledge, but stories lead to wisdom.