Quotes About Experience

You notice, by the way, that we never have a meeting with an alien. It's always an encounter .

It will not help us if this tradition is created for us, to be read about in yet another book. To create a wilder self, the self must live the life of the wild, mold a particular form of human character, a form of life. Relics will not do, tourism will not do, books will not do.

It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

T'sain shrugged. "I have lived little, and I am not wise. Yet I know that everyone is entitled to life.

Lord Daldace looked about as if seeing the villa for the first time. "What are dreams? Ordinary experience is a dream. The eyes, the ears, the nose: they present pictures on the brain, and these pictures are called 'reality'. At night, when we dream, other pictures, of source unknown, are impinged. Sometimes the dream-images are more real than 'reality'. Which is solid, which illusion? Why trouble to make the distinction?

The mark of good writing, in my opinion, is that the reader is not aware that the story has been written; as he reads, the ideas and images flow into his mind as if he were living them.

Experience, my dear lady, has taught me a sad truth: time flows in one direction only! As the days pass none of us grows younger. Sometimes we postpone glorious schemes only to discover in the end that they never have materialized! Procrastination is the thief of life!

She lived in an environment that few people in the world have ever been able to survive. What knowledge did she have that made that possible? How did she survive for so long in a place that would kill most of us within days? Soon after my visit the old woman died, and now we may never know.

Achieving work-life balance is a process. Getting it right is iterative. You get better at it with experience and observation, and eventually, after some time passes, you notice it's not getting harder anymore. It's just what you do.

The poem and the drama is not the experience except as we identify ourselves with it, and know what it feels like to have it. What distinguishes literature is that it cannot be understood unless we understand what it is like to be human.

When] we practice science (and this is true of all our experience), we are always decoding a part of nature which is not complete. We simply cannot get out of our own finiteness.

By taking this stand, Burckhardt emerged in most refreshing contrast with his contemporaries and many of his successors. For what he developed was nothing short of a psychology of historiography. The historian is to observe, contemplate, and enjoy the incredibly glorious richness of the human experience. He is to look for human greatness and creativity everywhere, even in periods that might seem alien and distant from him.

Love child! What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

I thought about what a priest of Elua had told me about love many years ago, the first time I kept his vigil on the Longest Night. You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose. It was true.

Let him be a boy while he may. It is too soon for him to wrestle with mortality.

Never before had I used my service to escape any woes that troubled me, but I did that day.

Knowledge is never wasted.

There are worse things in the world than heartbreak. Finding that out is a rite of passage.

Life goes on even at the worst of times, and there are some ways no one ever grows up, no matter how long they live or how many lifetimes

You've a way of putting matters into perspective." "You're young." Urist smiled slightly. "You'll learn the trick of it.

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted. And

Il est étrange que je meure de l'utérus, moi qui n'ai jamais eu de règles et qui n'ai pas connu les hommes.

Anne felt sad. People parted, years passed, they met again Ã¢â'¬â€ and the meeting proved no reunion, offered no warm memories, only the acid knowledge that time had passed and things weren't as bright or attractive as they had been.