Quotes About Experience

Art has two great functions. First, it provides an emotional experience. And then, if we have the courage of our own feelings, it becomes a mine of practical truth. We have had the feelings ad nauseam. But we've never dared dig the actual truth out of them, the truth that concerns us, whether it concerns our grandchildren or not.

You've got to lapse out before you can know what sensual reality is, lapse into unkowingness, and give up your volition...You've got to learn not-to-be before you can come into being.

For my part, life is so many things I don't care what it is. It's not my affair to sum it up. Just now it's a cup of tea. This morning it was wormwood and gall. Hand me the sugar.

She was old; millions of years old, she felt. And at last, she could bear the burden of herself no more.

In the depths of him, he too didn't want to go. But he was a born American, and if anything was on show, he had to see it. That was Life .

Sabemos hacer cosas pero no sabemos vivir. Es curioso ese rasgo familiar.

Apparently one grows more carnal and more mortal as one grows older. Only youth has a taste of immortality--

Wisdom has reference only to the past. The future remains for ever an infinite field for mistakes.

The world is supposed to be full of possibilities, but they narrow down to pretty few in most personal experience. There's lots of good fish in the sea . . . maybe . . . but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.

Time went on. Whatever happened, nothing happened, because she was so beautifully out of contact.

The world is supposed to be full of possibilities, but they narrow down to pretty few in most personal experience.

Every man has made a ghastly fool of himself with a woman at some time or other.

You had to take it out some way or other, your youth, or it ate you up. But what a ghastly thing, this youth! you felt as old as Methuselah, and yet the thing fizzed somehow, and didn't let you be comfortable. A mean sort of life! And no prospect!

It was obvious in them too that love had gone through them: that is, the physical experience. It is curious what a subtle but unmistakable transmutation it makes, both in the body of men and women: the woman more blooming, more subtly rounded, her young angularities softened, and her expression either anxious or triumphant: the man much quieter, more inward, the very shapes of his shoulders and his buttocks less assertive, more hesitant.

you have never known either real tenderness or real sensuality: and if you do know them, with the same person, it makes a great difference.

For Connie had adopted the standard of the young: what there was in the moment was everything.

How she hated words, always coming between her and life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the life-sap out of living things.

Só a juventude conhece o sabor da imortalidade.

And are you sorry?' she said. `In a way!' he replied, looking up at the sky. `I thought I'd done with it all. Now I've begun again.' `Begun what?' `Life.' `Life!' she re-echoed, with a queer thrill. `It's life,' he said. `There's no keeping clear. And if you do keep clear you might almost as well die. So if I've got to be broken open again, I have.' She did not quite see it that way, but still `It's just love,' she said cheerfully. `Whatever that may be,' he replied.

Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.

Look here, my dear child'—and Lady Bennerley laid her thin hand on Connie's arm. "A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it. Believe me!" And she took another sip of brandy, which maybe was her form of repentance.

but bound to be an experience of some sort.' 'Not really,' said Ursula. More likely to be the end of an experience.' Gudrun sat very still, to attend to this. 'Of course,' she said, 'there's that to consider.' This brought the conversation to a close.

You don't think one needs the EXPERIENCE of having been married?' she asked. 'Do you think it need BE an experience?' replied Ursula.

There is love, and it is a deep thing, but there are deeper things than love. — D.H. Lawrence