Quotes About Experience

Say a day without the ever.

As his own state and ours, 'tis to be chid—As we rate boys who, being mature in knowledge, Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, And so rebel to judgment.

youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.

When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. ??????, ?? ??????, ??? ?????? ?????? ? ?????? ??????.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

whatsoever I have merited, either in my mind or in my means, meed I am sure I have receiv'd none, unless experience be a jewel—that I have purchas'd at an infinite rate, and that hath taught me to say this: "Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues

Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings.

Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness

Life's an Unceartian Voyage

Pero, ¿cómo es que eso aún vive en tu mente? ¿Qué más ves en el oscuro fondo y abismo del tiempo? (Próspero)

I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than (living dully sluggardiz'd at home) Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

Ä°yi bir kitap... sonunda seni az?c?k yorgun b?rakmal?. Onu okurken bir sürü hayat ya??yorsun.

A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading it. -- William Styron (born June 11 1925)

I never said I hated the Marine Corps! I only said it was no place for a sensitive, civilized, self-respecting human being.

He was made uneasy by unbraked hilarity and by extremes of sorrow alike, especially the latter; he preferred life to sail along pleasantly and evenly, and this, he knew, was for him a minor sort of tragedy.

You live several lives while reading.

such incomprehension has usually been due not to a failure of sympathy but to the basic inability of healthy people to imagine a form of torment so alien to everyday experience.

A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading it.

In my career as a writer I have always been attracted to morbid themes—suicide, rape, murder, military life, marriage, slavery.

The grief is coming now, she said to herself: He's beginning to know what suffering is. Perhaps that's good in a way. Even he. Perhaps that's good for a man—finally to know what suffering is, to know what a woman somehow knows almost from the day she's born.

I was feeling in my mind a sensation close to, but indescribably different from, actual pain.

What causes human beings to inflict upon themselves these stupid little scissor snips of unhappy remembrance?

It was true that I had traveled great distances for one so young, but my spirit had remained landlocked, unacquainted with love and all but a stranger to death…I had absented myself in my smug and airless self-deprivation.

At least, I did. And I think Chester did, too. In World War II. It's something every combat vet has to live with. Once a person has learned how to survive, and what must be done, that instinct lies just below the surface, very thinly covered with a civilized veneer.