Quotes About Experience

The music of life would be mute if the chords of memory were snapped asunder.

Bir insan?n, hayat?ndaki de?erli ve bir daha ya?anaca??n?n garantisi olmayan anlar? uyuyarak harcamas? bana hep canice gelir.

Ciekawa rzecz, nikt nigdy nie miaÅ' morskiej choroby na lÄ…dzie. Tylko na morzu spotyka siÄ™ mnóstwo ludzi chorych jak nieszcz??cie, caÅ'y ?ywy Å'adunek cierpiÄ…cych.

After nine births of her own, Victoria was unsympathetic to any complaints her daughters had about their pregnancies, though she was still willing and indeed anxious to help at the deliveries.

It is said that kids have no use for the word 'then'. It is said that only 'now' and 'this minute' count with kids. It is said that kids believe time began the day they were born. How sad if this were true. It would mean kids believe they live on a tiny, isolated island in time. It would mean that when they look back, they fail to see the fascinating human adventure that led up to that day when they were born. It would mean that when they look back, they see...nothing.

All pain we experience is intended to move us closer to the goal of being holy as He is holy.

Sometimes the lights all shining on me, other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me what a long strange trip it's been.

What a long, strange trip it's been.

It's all part of it, man.

When you are driving, you're outside and inside, moving and completely still, all at the same time. I think that's something.

Being a good husband is like being a stand-up comic. You need 10 years before you can call yourself a beginner.

Pain is knowledge rushing in to fill a void with great speed

This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.

She's in tenth grade,' he said. 'I hear she's been homeschooled till now.' Maybe that explains it,' I said.

Events become feelings, feelings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.

I'm that way, goofy as it sounds. Sometimes I don't want things to happen-I'm talking about good things, even wonderful things-because once they happen, I can't look forward to them anymore. But there's an upside, too. Once a wonderful thing is over, I'm not all that sad because then I can start thinking about it, reliving and reliving it in the virtual world in my head.

Every day brings a new memory of something we did a year ago. A parade of unhappy anniversaries.

But feelings, they don't care about telling. They just go right on, piling on top of one another like a big sandwich.

When you're inside your own story, you don't see things like a reader. You don't see your life in tidy paragraphs and chapters.

So he does what a kid has to do: He smells the cedar chest in his parents' bedroom, he decapitates dandelions, seesaws at the park, licks the mixing bowl, rides his bike, counts railroad cars, holds his breath, clucks his tongue, tastes tofu, touches moss, daydreams, looks back, looks ahead, wishes, wonders… and before he knows it, miraculously, the summer is over." (p. 163).

Like so many of Archie's words, they seemed not to enter through my ears but to settle on my skin, there to burrow like tiny eggs awaiting the rain of my maturity, when they would hatch and I at last would understand.

I was feeling nine ways at once, and they all ended up at the touch of her hand on my ear...

was revolted and spellbound at the same time. Movies didn't get much better than that.

This is what I think: If you had the nerve to live what you lived, you should have the nerve to write it.