Quotes About Experience

It is the same with all these new countries and wonderful sights. They are very beautiful, and they astonish me, but I am not collected enough—not familiar enough with myself, if you can quite understand what I mean—to have all the pleasure in them that I might have. What I knew before them, blends with them, too, so curiously.

There are many things from which I might have derived good by which I have not profited,

it always grieves me to contemplate the initiation of children into the ways of life, when they are scarcely more than infants. It checks their confidence and simplicity—two of the best qualities that Heaven gives them—and demands that they share our sorrows before they are capable of entering into our enjoyments.

There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say," returned

Ah me!' said he, 'what might have been is not what is!' With which commentary on human life, indicating an experience of it not exclusively his own, he made the best of his way to the end of his journey. …

My school-days! The silent gliding on of my existence—the unseen, unfelt progress of my life—from childhood up to youth! Let me think, as I look back upon that flowing water, now a dry channel overgrown with leaves, whether there are any marks along its course, by which I can remember how it ran.

Her first proceeding there was to unlock a tall press, bring out several bottles, and pour some of the contents of each into my mouth. I think they must have been taken out at random, for I am sure I tasted aniseed water, anchovy sauce, and salad dressing.

Hacía poco que él y otros ciento cuarenta maestros habían salido al mismo tiempo de la misma fabrica, manufacturados con las mismas normas [...]. Si hubiese aprendido algunas cosas menos, habría estado en situación de enseñar muchas cosas más de una manera infinitamente mejor

Confieso que me habría gustado gozar de las alegres libertades de un niño, y ser lo bastante mayor para apreciar su dolor.

Y cuando paso por el viejo camino no me sorprendo, sólo lo compadezco, si veo andando delante de mí a un niño inocente y soñador que se crea un mundo imaginario de su extraña experiencia y sórdido vivir.

a man must take the fat with the lean; that's what he must make up his mind to, in this life.

I went forth last night on compulsion I learnt a lesson which is working now .

in short, I should have liked, I do confess, to have had the lightest licence of a child, and yet to have been man enough to know its value. But

Jak nauczy?o mnie do?wiadczenie, obraz, jaki zakochany tworzy sobie o przedmiocie swojej mi?o?ci, nie zawsze zgodny bywa z prawd?

In my fifty years of experience and memory, I have seen the most amazing increase in the standard of living of a people ever achieved anywhere in the world. This is why I am so sure that our system of free competition and industrial development is sound and must be preserved.

Eventually Everything Connects - all the Pain, the Struggle & the People.

We sense that 'normal' isn't coming back, that we are being born into a new normal: a new kind of society, a new relationship to the earth, a new experience of being human.

Time is life. When we experience time as scarce, we experience life as short and poor.

To be fully in service to something one has experienced as real is the essence of leadership in a nonhierarchical age. A leader is the holder of a story, someone whose experience of its reality is deep enough so that she can hold the belief on behalf of others.

Stories, like all beings, have a life span. In their youth, their immune system is strong, but as time goes on they become increasingly unable to withstand the contrary evidence and experiences that pile up. In the end, I could no longer believe my own story. Who I had to be to maintain it—cynical, dismissive, patronizing, holding back from new experiences—became intolerable.

Why is intuition superior to reason? - Because it does not depend upon experience or memory and frequently brings about the solution to our problems by methods concerning which we are in entire ignorance.

Here also I killed my first centipede — a hideous fellow, six inches long, a quarter of an inch across the back, and with about a hundred bow-legs, each tipped with a black fang. Let one walk across your hand undisturbed, and he leaves a highly inflamed red track. Hit him during that march, and he will sink those hundred fangs into your flesh, and it will rot away and drop from the bones. Rattlesnakes and huge, hairy "bush-spiders" are also common enough;

No less than the tourist, the writer of history profits from maps.

We learn more in our mountain experiences than on our mountaintops.