Quotes About Experience

They already knew that they would be telling people about the morning for a long time to come, maybe for the rest of their lives, and the taxi ride was the first attempt at a first draft of a story that would have to satisfy parents, siblings, children, and grandchildren.

He was distraught, of course: he was just the kind of idiot who could only understand what things meant by doing them first.

The trick, it seems to me, is to stave off regret. That's what the whole thing is about. And we can't stave it off forever, because it is impossible not to make the mistakes that let regret in, but the best of us manage to limp on into our sixties or seventies before we succumb. Me, I made it to about thirty-seven, and David made it to the same age, and my brother gave up the ghost even before that. And I'm not sure that there is a cure for regret. I suspect not.

I feel as though I have been having conversations like this all my life. None of us is young anymore, but what has just taken place could have happened when I was sixteen, or twenty, or twenty-five. We got to adolescence and just stopped dead; we drew up the map then and left the boundaries exactly as they were.

Keeping in touch with the things that help us feel alive – music, books, movies, even the theatre if, mysteriously, you are that way inclined – becomes a battle, and one that many of us lose, as we get older;

So, yes, of course I feel nostalgic, even if I am longing for a time which never really belonged to us: like I said, some things were better, some were worse, and the only way one can ever learn to understand one's own youth is by accepting both halves of the proposition.

Much of my knowledge of locations in Britain and Europe comes not from school, but from away games or the sports pages, and hooliganism has given me both a taste for sociology and a degree of fieldwork experience.

And now here Annie was, allowing her day to become gloriously colored by a communication from a man she'd never even met.

This is my life, and it's nice to be able to wade in it, immerse your arms in it, touch it.

I watched a lot of drunk players, too, I learned from the autobiographies published after they had retired.

for a while, I regarded just about any song in which somebody had lost somebody else as spookily relevant, which, as that covers the whole of pop music, and as I worked in a record shop, meant I felt pretty spooked more or less the whole time)

It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

They had flown from England to Minneapolis to look at a toilet.

And if you never go anywhere or do anything, life is cheap.

I remember the juvenile stuff, where you put your arm along the sofa and let it drop onto her shoulder, or press your leg against hers; I remember the mock-tough adult stuff I used to try when I was in my mid-twenties, where I looked someone in the eye and asked if they wanted to stay the night. But none of that seems appropriate anymore. What do you do when you're old enough to know better?

It is part of the essential Arsenal experience that they are loathed.

All my life I wanted to go to bed with an American, and now I had, and I'm beginning to see why people don't do it more often.

Próbáltam nem gondolni rá. Megtörtént, és kívántam, hogy bárcsak ne történt volna meg, de hát ilyen az élet, nem?

várias músicas lembram-me do colégio ou de ex-namoradas ou de um emprego de verão, mas não tenho apreço por nenhuma delas - nenhuma significa nada para mim como música, só como lembrança (...)

Here's how not to plan a career: (a) split up with girlfriend; (b) junk college; (c) go to work in record shop; (d) stay in record shops for rest of life.

At hun er i live er bra, men det er ikke dét det handler om.

music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostalgic and hopeful all at the same time.

One thing the last couple of years has taught me is that there's nothing you can't fuck up if you try hard enough.

What came first--the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music?