Quotes About Experience

Ja, Erinnerung ist viel, ist alles. Und die hab ich nun und bleibt mir und kann mir nicht mehr genommen werden. Und ich fühle ordentlich, wie mir dabei leicht zumute wird.

Wer gerade gewachsen ist, ist für Leichtsinn. Überhaupt ohne Leichtsinn ist das ganze Leben keinen Schuss Pulver wert.«

I bussen erfar vi ofta exotiska dofter, från gorgonzola till döda ormar

Sometimes I think the point of old age is to be embarrassed about one's youth.

Quizá finalmente ese sea el precio de vivir en un país extranjero. No es sólo que vives una vida distinta de la que dejaste atrás. Es que la vida en el extranjero te vuelve extraño.

The subjectivist approach to art simply fails to understand that the subjective experience of art in itself is meaningless, and that in order to grasp the importance of art one has to zero in on the artistic object rather than on the fun of the art lover.

Das Bedürfnis, Leiden beredt werden zu lassen, ist Bedingung aller Wahrheit. (The need to lend a voice to suffering [literally: "to let suffering be eloquent"] is the condition of all truth)

Ob ein Mensch Erfahrungen machen kann oder nicht, ist in letzter Instanz davon abhängig, wie er vergisst.

Moins la t théorie cherche à passer pour définitive, englobante, moins aussi elle s'objectivisise (vergegenständlichen) face à celui qui pense. La disparition de la contrainte du système permet au pensant de se fier avec moins de prévention à sa propre conscience et expérience que ne le tolérait la conception pathétique d'une subjectivité qui doit payer son triomphe abstrait du renoncement à son contenu spécifique.

En philosophie se confirme une expérience que Schönberg nota à propos de la théorie traditionnelle de la musique : on n'y a pprend vraiment que la façon dont un mouvement commence et se termine, rien sur lui-même, sur son développement. De manière analogue, il faudrait que la philosophie ne se ramène pas à des catégories mais en un certain sens qu'elle se mette à composer.

Important artworks constantly divulge new layers, they age, grow cold and die.

She had longed for adventure, and now that it was happening to her, she was not sure how she felt about it.

Did you hear about the fellow who returned a shirt to the clothing store and told the salesman, "After I got home, I realized that I don't like this shirt. I just liked the song that was playing in the store when I bought it.

I have the not altogether unsatisfying impression that civilisation is collapsing around me. Is it my age, I wonder, or the age we live in? I am not sure. Civilisations do collapse, after all, but on the other hand people grow old with rather greater frequency.

the knowledge, tastes, and social accomplishments of 13-year-olds are often the same as those of 28-year-olds. Adolescents are precociously adult; adults are permanently adolescent.

Behaviorism entails the systematic denial of meaning, a denial which does violence to both the evidence and the everyday experience of humanity.

We need everyone who suffers to be a victim because only thus can we maintain our pretense to universal understanding and experience the warm glow of our own compassion, so akin to the warmth that a strong, stiff drink imparts in the cold.

No man is so brilliant that he can work out everything for himself, so that the wisdom of ages has nothing useful to tell him. To imagine otherwise is to indulge in the most egotistical of hubris.

All men who run for presidency of the United States are amateurs; there is no way of becoming a professional at it, and all of them, win or lose, are forever altered in spirit of character by the ordeal.

I do not pretend to understand the moral universe; the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways; I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by the experience of sight, I can divine it by conscience. And from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice.

The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits.

For those who fight for it life has a flavor the sheltered will never know

I put myself in the way of things happening, and they happened.