Quotes About Experience

Today the world changes so quickly that in growing up we take leave not just of youth but of the world we were young in.

I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst into song and I fell on the ground before her while the sky hardened and she laughed and turned me down softly, I was so young.

branding is about emotion.

It was the first rough travelling I'd done on my African adventure and it felt good. South Africa had been too easy. I simply turned up at a minivan station and there was a death trrap waiting for me. Now I was on a painfully slow truck that shuddered and groaned in a manner that suggested it wasn't long for this world.

What we find changes who we become.

The journey transforms the destination.

time when learning how to learn (and unlearn) is central to success. Instead of hiding from change, let's embrace it. Each time we try something new, we get better at getting better. Experience builds competence and confidence, so we're ready for the big changes, like re-thinking what we do.

Figure 1-3. The User Experience Honeycomb. Along

Ethnographers adopt a particular stance toward people with whom they work. By word and action, in subtle ways and direct statements, they say, "I want to understand the world from your point of view. I want to know what you know in the way you know it. I want to understand the meaning of your experience, to walk in your shoes, to feel things as you feel them, to explain things as you explain them. Will you become my teacher and help me understand?"[102]

As a dad I'm emotionally dedicated but I'm not 'figuring out their life plans'. But of course as I'm telling them about the rights of wrongs I'm thinking back to what I was like at their age.

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there is no one right way of handling storms at sea. There is only what works for different boats and their captains in different storms, an improvised alchemy of conditions and intuition.

Peers can be the best teachers, because they're the ones that remember what it's like to not understand.

I am human, all too bloody human.

For me, life has either been a wake or a wedding.

Whatever we think of as "self" we will protect and maintain. If it's a conceptual self, and likely it is, then we end up with mind protecting mind. This produces a rather "introverted" self-mind creating thoughts and perceptions in its own image. When self becomes confused with mind, and mind becomes seen as the self, the mind's self-serving activities end up creating an experience of reality that is entirely self-referential.

Knowing" can be useful, but learning not to know creates a powerful openness that is inconceivable until it is experienced.

Only when we realize that beliefs are not the truth will the door of possibility open so that we can experience what "is" true.

separating the truth from what's believed. This action allows you to let go of your own knowledge and open up to freshly experience this moment without presumption.

The erotic state – again, a mixture of concentration and spontaneity – is a hypnoidal state, probably the most powerful kind that we are capable of experiencing, and it is in this condition that unexpected regions of the self are revealed, as the majority of people know from experience.

Some may wonder whether part of the harvest of this invisible pollution (electromagnetic radiation) may be the comparative rarity of visionary experience in the modern world, and the predominence of a removed, overanalytical, repelling 'onlooker' intelligence in its place, resembling that of the (Martin) Amis hero (who will not see because he cannot feel). If this is so, such an intelligence has produced conditions favoring its evolution and survival.

The Romantic movement among other things was concerned to bring back into permitted human experience occasions when the 'invisible but real world' was of paramount importance, when the non-visual or dark senses were operating as organs of knowledge.

The only difference was, you could play the music again and again; a life plays only once.

he realized with a shock that the loss of innocence never stopped happening, that he was still losing it, that it was like a wound that never healed, and he would probably go on losing it, drop by drop, until the day he died.