Quotes About Experience

Art is not a handicraft; it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced.

He is not apprehended by reason, but by life.

The sex... it was age appropriately fantastic.

in her eyes was something I'll remember the rest of my life.

Life experience?" I repeated tightly. "Big picture? I've had more life experience in fourteen years than you've had in — what are you, like, a hundred?

Why should you expect everything to work out successful? You're old enough to know better.

experience is the evidence

We read about you to be with you, to walk in someone else's shoes, to experience another life. Some of those lives are hard, and others are easy, but we're with you every step of the way. We read about people in impossible situations because we're dealing with horrible things ourselves, in our lives. And you going through your story helps us with ours, no matter how yours ends.

The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.

Think we choose our lives? No. But I don't think they're thrust upon us, either. What it feels like to me is, they're forever seeping up under our feet.

What are any of our lives but the shapes we force them into. Memory doesn't come to us of its own; we go after it, pull it into sunlight and make of it what we need, what we're driven towards, what we imagine, changing the world again and again with each new quarry, each descent, each morning.

We were moderate, we will never know what it is to spill out our lives...

I have not forgotten those days, I have only forgotten how simply they seemed to occur …

Leven is het weer. Leven is maaltijden. Lunch op een blauw-geruit kleed waar zout op is gemorst. De geur van tabak. Brie, gele appels, messen met houten handvaten.

He lived in it helplessly as we live in our bodies when we are older.

If you can overcome the occasional angst, you may have the chance to see some interesting things, perhaps the same things the tour buses bring people to see, but purified by solitude, if you will. In any case, do not stay in the hotel room. That is the only place you are vulnerable.

Certain things I remember exactly as they were. They are merely discolored a bit by time, like coins in the pocket of a forgotten suit.

at a luncheon, I sat next to a green-eyed young woman, a poet, who declared loftily that you learned nothing from books, it was life you learned from, passion, experience. The host, a fine old man in seventies, heard her and disagreed. His hair was white. His voice that the faint shrillness of age. "No, everything I've ever learned,", he said, "has come from books. I'd be in the darkness without them.

Life is separated by scars, like the rings in the inside of a tree.

He had never been particularly young, or to put it another way, he had been young for a long time and now was at his true age, old enough for civilized comfrots and not too old for the primal ones.

she was motionless, like an old woman who has lived too long.

She has a narrow mouth, cast down at the corners, weighted there by the sourness of knowledge.

Their life was two things: it was a life, more or less—at least it was the preparation for one—and it was an illustration of life for their children.

The courage to live when the best days were past.