Quotes About Experience

Quédate hoy conmigo, vive conmigo un día y una noche y te mostraré el origen de todos los poemas.

I am the man, I suffered, I was there.

What stays with you longest and deepest? Of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

To be in any form, what is that? (round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,) If nothing lay more develop'd the quahung in it's callous shell were enough. Mine is no callous shell. I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, they seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and I am happy, to touch my person to someone else's is about as much as I can stand.

Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuffed with the stuff that is coarse, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine

Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.

Come I should like to hear you tell me what there is in yourself that is not just as wonderful, And I should like to hear the name of anything between Sunday morning and Saturday night that is not just as wonderful.

they may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.

All this I swallow and it tastes good . . . . I like it well, and it becomes mine, I am the man . . . . I suffered . . . . I was there.

The powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

The pleasure of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself . . . . the latter I translate into a new tongue.

Have you learned 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 the passage with you?

A leitura está cheia de aromas.»

Quédate hoy conmigo, vive conmigo un día y una noche y te mostraré el origen de todos los poemas. Tendrás entonces todo cuanto hay de grande en la Tierra y en el Sol (existen además millones de soles más allá) y nada tomarás ya nunca de segunda ni de tercera mano, ni mirarás más por los ojos de los muertos, ni te nutrirás con el espectro de los libros.

Beautiful Women Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young,   The young are beautiful — but the old are more beautiful than the young.

Poseo hilos conductores rapidísimos, ya esté quieto o en marcha. tentáculos que se apoderan de todas las cosas y las llevan intactas a través de mi ser. Cuando rozo, palpo o siento con mis dedos, soy feliz. Y tocar otro cuerpo es algo que apenas puedo resistir.

Mások dicsérhetik, ami jólesik nekik; De én, a rohanó Missouri partjairól semmit sem dicsérek a m?vészetben vagy bármi másban, Amíg az nem szívta magába jól e folyó levegÅ'jét, a nyugati préri-illatot, És amíg mindezt ki nem leheli ismét.

Here I sit gossiping in the early candle-light of old age—and my book—casting backward glances over our travel'd road.

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.

Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a kosmos, / Disorderly fleshy and sensual....eating drinking and breeding, / No sentimentalist....no stander above men and women or apart / from them....no more modest than immodest.

Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have you reckon'd the earth much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?