Quotes About Experience

High School is like a sickness, but trust me, soon the fever breaks and you get over it. ~She's Come Undone

What if I don't like adventure? Then cultivate a taste for it. Take a chance. That's how you grow.

I wasn't a cynic; I was a banged-up realist.

The World is a very old place, so you'll never be able to tell a completely original story

As anxious and limited as that love might have been, it had been love nonetheless.

Her shut-eyed smile transformed itself into something else: the smile of someone brave and knowing, someone whose pain had made her wise.

I usually learn more from the situations I hate than the ones I love, you know?

I remember the odd sensation of living in the middle of that experience and feeling, simultaneously, like it was something happening at telescopic distance. Like something I was looking at through the wrong end of a pair of binoculars.

Only in the most literal sense are we born on the day we leave our mother's womb. In the larger, truer sense, we are born of the past - connected to its fluidity, both genetically and experientially.

Only in the most literal sense are we born on the day we leave our mother's womb. In the larger, truer sense, we are born of the past—connected to its fluidity, both genetically and experientially.

She'd been neither a saint nor a whore, but a fallible, sexual woman.

What if I don't like adventure?" I said. Ruth dragged over a kitchen chair and sat down facing me. "Then cultivate a taste for it. Take a chance. That's how you grow.

Ask any of us cynical bastards. to lift up our shirt, and we'll show you where we got shot in the heart.

Life is a river, she repeated. Only in the most literal sense are we born on the same day we leave our mother's womb. In the larger, truer sense, we are born of the past--connected to its fluidity, both genetically and experimentally.

I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.

The real war will never get in the books.

have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?

storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.

These are the days that must happen to you

And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, / No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became...

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots

To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls. -from Song of the Open Road