Quotes About Experience

the end of reading is not more books but more life

Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn

Librarians are hot. They have knowledge and power over their domain...It is no coincidence how many librarians are portrayed as having a passionate interior, hidden by a cool layer of reserve. Aren't books like that? On the shelf, their calm covers belie the intense experience of reading one. Reading inflames the soul. Now, what sort of person would be the keeper of such books?

Every child needs a tragedy to become truly interesting.

To remind me, pain is the best teacher

Allow me to explain how my whole life has prepared me for this moment. I am used to girls screaming, and your screams – will be sweeter than another's cries of love.

We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be

We may not die from age, but we grow weary with it.

I concentrate on what I am going to say to Vivi, instead of thinking of Cardan. I do not want to consider what happened between us. I do not want to think about the way his muscles moved or how his skin felt or the soft gasping sounds he made or the slide of his mouth against mine. I definitely don't want to think about how hard I had to bite my own lip to keep quiet. Or how obvious it was that I'd never done any of the things we did, no less the things we didn't do.

After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.

Books were something that happened to readers. Readers were the victims of books.

I have heard for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very much like the feeling of fear

Who cares about a test? There will be a million more quizzed in your life.

because she remembered things that hurt more easily than anything nice.

I have, for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very much like the feeling of fear.

Once, she made a boy come out of his house and kiss her under the streetlight. It was her first kiss. She thinks it was probably his, too. She never told him and she never, ever will.

The flavor of that blood stayed with him through the long years of his service (...) by then he could no longer remember whose blood it was, only that he had grown used to the taste.

I do not want to consider what happened between us. I do not want to think about the way his muscles moved or how his skin felt or the soft gasping sounds he made or the slide of his mouth against mine. I definitely don't want to think about how hard I had to bite my own lip to keep quiet. Or how obvious it was that I'd never done any of the things we did, no less the things we didn't do

An unhappy childhood is supposed to make you grow up fast, but I still feel like a kid a lot of the time.

But for a moment it felt good to be awful, like looking down on the world from some great height.

Locke craves dramatic experiences. And as Master of Revels, he can create these- I don't even know what to call them- stories. He doesn't so much think of a party as food and drinks and music, but rather a dynamic that might create conflict.

Being in the infirmary when you'd gotten injured being awesome was totally different from being in the Infirmary for doing something dumb.

But books feel real. Surely they must seem more real to you than anyone. They can hurt you. They can break your heart.

I am used to the whipped-cream-topped drinks Vivi used to bring me, but there is something satisfyingly bracing about drinking coffee this way, hot and bitter.