Quotes About Experience

Thus he learned hurt; and on top of it he learned to avoid hurt, first, by not incurring the risk of it...

They had seen life, and done deeds, and lived romances, but they did not know it.

We, helpless infants in arms or creeping quadruped-like on the floor, dreamed our dreams of air flight. Yes; and we endured the torment and torture of nightmare fears of dim and monstrous things. We newborn infants, without experience, were born with fear, with memory of fear; and memory is experience.

The metaphysician reasons deductively out of his own subjectivity. The scientist reasons inductively from the facts of experience.

The old-timer had been very serious in laying down the law that no man must travel alone in the Klondike after fifty below. Well, here he was; he had had the accident; he was alone; and he had saved himself. Those old-timers were rather womanish, some of them, he thought. All a man had to do was to keep his head, and he was all right. Any man who was a man could travel alone.

Whether you do or think you do, it's the same thing. You spend what you haven't got, and in return you get greater value from spending what you haven't got than I get from spending what I have got, and what I have sweated to get.

And so with that girl. You noticed that her eyes were what I might call hard. She has never been sheltered. She has had to take care of herself, and a young girl can't take care of herself and keep her eyes soft and gentle like - like yours, for example.

Hay un éxtasis que marca el punto culminante de la vida, y más allá del cuál la vida no puede elevarse.

investigate. A whiff of warm air ascended to his nostrils, and there

The onlookers laughed uproariously, and he felt ashamed, he knew not why, for it was his first snow.

I had looked upon it as a simple task, what of the oars, mast, boom, and sprit, to say nothing of plenty of lines. But as I was without experience, and as every detail was an experiment and every successful detail an invention, the day was well gone before her shelter was an accomplished fact.

Buck's feet sank into a white mushy something very like mud..... He sniffed it curiously, then licked some up on his tongue. It bit like fire, and the next instant was gone. This puzzled him. He tried it again, with the same result. The onlookers laughed uproariously, and he felt ashamed, he knew not why, for it was his first snow.

It was only for a moment, but it was a long moment to him, during which his blood turned to wine and sang through his veins.

She had never had any experiences of the heart. Her only experiences in such matters were of the books, where the facts of ordinary day were translated by fancy into a fairy realm of unreality;

He had never seen dogs fight as these wolfish creatures fought, and his first experience taught him an unforgetable lesson.

La curiosidad, hija del crecimiento, era la que le impulsaba. la necesidad de aprender, de vivir, de hacer algo que le proporcionara experiencia.

Keep a notebook. Travel with it, eat with it, sleep with it. Slap into it every stray thought that flutters up in your brain. Cheap paper is less perishable than gray matter, and lead pencil markings endure longer than memory.

You must come to read the face of life with understanding.

vard???n hükümler, okuduÄŸun kitaplarla paraleldir mutlaka.

And he dreamed as only age can dream upon the colossal futility of youth.

Il apprit rapidement bien des choses, et généralisa beaucoup, de façon souvent erronée. On peut retrouver trace de ses conclusions hâtives dans les pages de l'Ouvrier malhabile. Il s'en tira cependant, à la manière des gens de son espèce, en présentant ses généralisations comme des essais.

Drink deep the cup of life; take it's dark wine into your soul. For it passes round the table only once.

Human existence is girt round with mystery: the narrow region of our experience is a small island in the midst of a boundless sea. To add to the mystery, the domain of our earthly existence is not only an island in infinite space, but also in infinite time. The past and the future are alike shrouded from us: we neither know the origin of anything which is, nor its final destination.

Drink deep the cup of life; Take its dark wine into your soul, For it passes round the table only once.