Quotes About Experience

The water is very green and has a sweet taste, both boys wrote in their diaries, at different times.

A real writer has to be able to write about the body. They have to. It's where we live." So

What I mean to say is that a whole lot of technically impossible things are always trying to happen to us, appear to us, talk to us, show us pictures, or just say hi, and you can't pay attention to all of it, so I just pick the nearest technically impossible thing and I let it happen.

Love is like a magic carpet with a mind of its own. You step on that carpet and it takes you places–marvelous places, odd places, terrifying places, places you'd never have been able to reach on foot. Yeah, love's a real adventure! But you go where the carpet goes; after you've stepped onto it you don't get to choose a goddamned thing.

We're friendly toward strangers because of a general belief (I don't know where it comes from) that we're born strangers and that the memory of how that feels never really leaves us.

You tell me what it is when some sensation leaves you for the space of one heartbeat and returns at double strength.

I've always had a hard time figuring out what the moral of a story is supposed to be, and she was bound to know: She'd been to college.

School is one long illness with symptoms that switch every five minutes so you think it's getting better or worse. But really it's the same thing for years and years.

She thought it something of a mercy for the gullible to die young, as being too often mistaken breaks the spirit.

He was talented, at an age when other boys were horrible kissers, just horrible and sloppy. I was fourteen then, and he was sixteen.

Anecdotes are funny when you tell them," said Teffi. "But when you live through them it's a tragedy. And my life is one big joke-- in other words, a tragedy.

It was first love and it was painful. But it also had no future whatsoever.

Nobody is quite so blase and sophisticated as a boy of nineteen who is just recovering from a baby grand passion.

A Bachelor of Arts is one who makes love to a lot of women, and yet has the art to remain a bachelor.

Marriage is like twirling a baton, turning hand springs or eating with chopsticks. It looks easy until you try it.

A man loses his illusions first, his teeth second, and his follies last.

A widow is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and the halo of one man's approval.

Being an immigrant is not for sissies

Just as London is not really England, Copenhagen is not, I am reliably informed, 'the real Denmark'.

I was a mixture of being incredibly old for my age and incredibly backwards. I was born quite old, but then I stopped growing. I lived with my mum and dad till I was 30.

Today, while the wound is still hurting, or while the fury is still seething, such happy talk only makes you feel alienated from the rest of humanity. Today, what you want is for others to respect, or even better, echo resoundingly with the truth of your present experience. One

Anything he liked, I'll like. Except if it's fiction. I never can get interested in things that didn't happen to people who never lived.

I do love secondhand books that open to the page some previous owner read oftenest.

jamás he conseguido interesarme por cosas que sé que jamás les ocurrieron a personas que nunca han vivido. ¿y qué hace usted ahí todo el día, sentado en la trasera de su tienda y leyendo sin parar? ¿por qué no trata de venderle algún libro a alguien?