Quotes About Experience

Iba a contaros algo -empezó Mel-. Bueno, iba a demostrar algo. Veréis: sucedió hace unos meses, pero sigue sucediendo en este mismo instante, y es algo que debería hacer que nos avergoncemos cuando hablamos como si supiéramos de qué hablamos cuando hablamos de amor.

It made him feel older, having married friends.

It's seldom anything turns out to be better than you expected it to be. Usually it's the other way around.

It seems to me we're just beginners at love.

All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory

What's there to tell? The people over there embrace for a minute, and then they go inside the house together. They leave the light burning. Then they remember, and it goes out.

Teníamos esa extraña sensación de que, ahora que nos dábamos cuenta de que ya había sucedido todo, podía suceder cualquier cosa.

Creo que en el amor no somos más que principiantes. Decimos

Però ha certi occhi, disse Bonnie. Che hanno gli occhi? Sono tristi. Gli occhi più tristi che abbia mai visto in un uomo.

Quella notte, avvolto nelle coperte, avrebbe ricordato quei pochi minuti di intensa sensazione del tempo che passava, del giorno che finiva.

can't say anything just yet. Then I go, "Holly, these things, we'll look back on them too. We'll go, 'Remember the motel with all the crud in the pool?' Ã¢â'¬Â I go, "You see what I'm saying, Holly?

The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful die young, but that they grow old and mean. It will not happen to me.

Time passed again. I don't know how long. I had no watch. They don't make that kind of time in watches anyway.

The next hour was three hours long

The tragedy of life, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.

A man who indulges in parenthood for the first time at the age of fifty-four deserves all he gets.

Dames lie about anything - just for practice.

You like it in jail?' 'It's not too bad. You don't meet the best people, but who the hell wants to?

I drove on through the piled masses of granite and down through the meadows of coarse grass where cows grazed. The same gaudy slacks and short shorts and peasant handkerchiefs as yesterday, the same light breeze and golden sun and clear blue sky, the same smell of pine needles, the same cool softness of a mountain summer. But yesterday was a hundred years ago, something crystallized in time, like a fly in amber

The eighty-five cent dinner tasted like a discarded mailbag and was served to me by a waiter who looked as if he would slug me for a quarter, cut my throat for six bits, and bury me at sea in a barrel of concrete for a dollar and a half, plus sales tax.

I puffed at the cigarette. It was one of those things with filters in them. It tasted like a high fog strained through cotton wool.

There was a woman. She was rich. She thought she wanted to marry me. It wouldn't have worked. I'll probably never see her again. But I remember." "Let's go," she said quietly. "And let's leave the memory in charge. I only wish I had one worth remembering." On the way down to the Cadillac I didn't touch her either. She drove beautifully. When a woman is a really good driver she is just about perfect.

You can make a lot of mistakes in just one lifetime. (I'll Be Waiting)

drank a little more of the tequila and made a face. "Did anybody invent this stuff on purpose?