Quotes About Experience

I will never get the hours back in my life that I spent covering the Federals, said David Remnick, the team's Washington Post beat writer. I'll be on my deathbed thinking about that.

There's no fool like an old fool.

Stop fussing, honey. It won't be the first time James has seen a man's stomach. It's not the first time I've seen that one, thought James.

But I have discovered with advancing years that few things are entirely black or white, but more often different shades of gray. I can best sum it up, my lord, by saying that it was an honor to have served Sir Nicholas Moncrieff and it has been a privilege to work with Mr. Cartwright. They are both oaks, even if they were planted in different forests. But then, m'lord, we all suffer in our different ways from being prisoners of birth.

He had never understood the niceties of life and it was too late to start learning now.

there are defining moments in one's life when you learn a lot about yourself, and you deposit that knowledge in the experience account, so you can draw on it at some later date.

During the next few days, Harry learnt

Jack. "When I was your age," he

Very few entrepreneurs don't have setbacks along the way,' said Alex. 'According to Galbraith, the wise ones chalk it up on the blackboard of experience and move on.

It's one of the ironies of mountaineering," said Young, "that grown men are happy to spend months preparing for a climb, weeks rehearsing and honing their skills, and at least a day attempting to reach the summit. And then having achieved their goal, they spend just a few moments enjoying the experience, along with one or two equally certifiable companions who have little in common other than wanting to do it all again, but a little higher.

Kindness here means friendliness, or openheartedness. It enables you to welcome experience. Compassion is usually associated with feelings of empathy and concern for pain or suffering in another.

establishing a kind attention on your inner experience of anger and hostility, recognizing it as experience, not as self. It means being a friend to yourself and to the anger.

to acknowledge to ourselves how fear-based our lives and our decisions can be, and how inexperienced we are at facing and freeing ourselves from the inner workings of such pervasive and potentially destructive mental states.

I'm 67 years old. it took me a long time to grow up to know that almost everything we hear is not true.

The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.

Who are you, anyway? -Just someone who knows, from personal experience, how attractive it can be to think you can save somebody else by loving them.

My house fly theory is related to my theory about why time seems to go faster as you get older. Why's that? the girl asked. It's proportional, Leonard explained. When you're five, you've only been alive a couple thousand days. But by the time you're fifty, you've lived around twenty thousand days. So a day when you're five seems longer because it's a greater percentage of the whole.

Is there anything as incredible as the love story of your own parents? Anything as hard to grasp as the fact that those two over-the-hill players, permanently on the disabled list, were once in the starting lineup? It's impossible to imagine my father, who in my experience was aroused mainly by the lowering of interest rates, suffering the acute, adolescent passions of the flesh.

She had given birth to me and nursed me and brought me up. She had known me before I knew myself and now she had no say in the matter. Life started out one thing and then suddenly turned a corner and became something else.

It was something every child knew how to do, maintain a direct and full connection with the world. Somehow you forgot about it as you grew up, and had to learn it again.

Chucking her under her chin, he said, What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets. And it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: Obviously, Doctor, she said, you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.

Once you've visited the underworld, you never forget the way back.

Who are you, anyway? Just someone who knows, from personal experience, how attractive it can be to think you can save somebody else by loving them. I could have sworn we just met, Madeleine said. And that you don't know anything about me. Henry stood up. With a slightly offended air but undiminished confidence, he said, People save themselves. He left her with that to think about.

Reading a novel after reading semiotic theory was like jogging empty-handed after jogging with hand weights...How wonderful it was when one sentence followed logically from the sentence before!...There were going to be people in it. Something was going to happen to them in a place resembling the world.