Quotes About Experience

Boy, I was daid.

The best thing about having had all that done, aside from getting a new mouth, was that he'd gotten to see a little bit of Basel, going out for the treatments. Otherwise, he'd stayed in the clinic, per his agreement.

It had always felt to me as though Washington, D.C., to Boston was one span of stuff. You never really leave Springsteenland, you're just in this unbroken highway and strip-mall landscape.

You dead awhile there, mon." "It happens," he said. "I'm getting used to it." "You dealin' wi' th' darkness, mon." "Only game in town, it looks like." "Jah love, Case

Case gasped as his internal organs were pulled into a different configuration.

Are you—are you sad?" —No. "But your—your songs are sad." —My songs are of time and distance. The sadness is in you. Watch my arms. There is only the dance. These things you treasure are shells. "I—I knew that. Once.

My songs are of time and distance. The sadness is in you.

He'd made the classic mistake, the one he'd sworn he'd never make.

For Case, who'd lived for the bodiless exultation of cyberspace, it was the Fall.

Something that induced a dissociative state. It was difficult to complain about a dissociative state.

If the content is sufficiently engrossing, however, you don't need wraparound deep-immersion goggles to shut out the world. You grow your own. You are there. Watching the content you most want to see, you see nothing else.

There's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.

Caminaron juntos, como dos universos distintos de experiencias y sentimientos, incapaces de comunicarse.

It seems to me that we do live in two worlds... there is this physical one, which is coherant, and there is the spiritual one, which to the average man with his flashes of religious experience, is very often incoherant. This experience of having two worlds to live in all the time, or not all the time, is a vital one, and is what living is like.

Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me (Spiegel & Grau, 2015)

Si accorse che cominciava a capire come fosse faticosa quella vita, nella quale ogni sentiero era nuovo, e una parte considerevole del tempo in cui si stava svegli si doveva passarla a guardarsi i piedi.

Oynamak hoÅŸtu ve yaÅŸamlar? öylesine dopdoluydu ki, umuda gerek duymuyorlar, umudun ne olduÄŸunu unutuyorlard? o s?rada.

Let me think in pictures again. If I imagine heaven metaphorically dazzled into colours, the pure white light spread out in a cascade richer than a peacock's tail then I see that one of the colours lay over me. I was innocent of guilt, unconscious of innocence; happy, therefore, and unconscious of happiness. Perhaps the full sheaf of colours is never to be experienced by the human being since if they experience these colours they must lie in the past or on someone else.

What's in a book is not what the author put into it, it's what the reader gets out of it.

When was the last time you read a book? The truth now. And picture books don't count-I mean something with print in it.

I guess the most amazing thing about crying though is that when you're in it, you think it'll go on forever but it never really lasts half what you think. Not in terms of real time. In terms of real emotions, it's worse than you think, but not by the clock.

Buttercup dried her tears and began to smile. She took a deep breath, heaved a sigh. It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning.

live your life its pain its pleasure leave no path untaken

In the kitchen, Chub clung to the wall, made no sound whatsoever, but his mouth opened and closed, opened and closed, as he told himself, kept telling himself, that life was material, everything was material - you just had to live long enough to see how to use it.