Quotes About Experience

Jeder Augenblick geschieht zweifach: innen und außen, und es sind zwei unterschiedliche Geschichten.

Each novel you read (never mind the novels you write) will give you some theory of which attitude is best to strike at which moment, and—if you experience enough of them—will provide you, at the very least, with a wide repertoire of possible attitudes. But out in the field, experience has no chapter headings or paragraph breaks or ellipses in which to catch you breath…it just keeps coming at you. 7

What I have realized, is that the generations,' Samad continued as they sped through miles and miles of unchanging flatlands, 'they speak to each other, Jones. It's not a line, Life is not a line -- this is not palm-reading -- it's a circle, and they speak to us. That is why you cannot read fate; you must experience it.

They'd met people like me before. They knew how little reality we can take.  Ã¢â'¬Â¢ Ã¢â'¬Â¢ Ã¢â'¬Â¢

A writer's duty is to register what it is like for him or her to be in the world.

saw all my years at once, but they were not piled up on each other, experience after experience, building into something of substance—the opposite. A truth was being revealed to me: that I had always tried to attach myself to the light of other people, that I had never had any light of my own. I experienced myself as a kind of shadow.

Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories. Outside

The art of mid-life is surely always cloudier than the art of youth, as life itself gets cloudier.

What could she know about the waves of time that simply come at a person, one after the other? What could she know about life as the temporary, always partial, survival of that process?

My late twenties had passed in a weird state of timelessness, and I think now that not everyone could have fallen into a life like that, that I must have been somehow primed for it.

Although the most powerful art, it sometimes seems to me, it's an experience and a going-through; it is love comprehended by, expressed and enacted through the artwork itself, and for this reason has perhaps been more frequently created by people who feel themselves to be completely alone in this world —and therefore wholly focused on the task at hand— than by those surrounded by loved ones.

How long that song seemed—longer than life.

A different kind of history from my mother's, the kind that is barely written down—that is felt.

He wanted to be in the world and take what came with it, endings local and universal, full stops, periods, looks of injured disappointment and the everyday war. He liked the everyday war. He was taking that with fries. To go.

In Archie's experience anything with a long memory holds a grievance and a pet with a grievance (that time you got the wrong food, that time you bathed me) just isn't what you want.

My childhood took place in the widening gap.

There was a sense in which she couldn't quite believe in violence, as if it were, in her view, too stupid to be real. I knew—from Lambert only—that her own childhood had been full of violence, emotional and physical, but she rarely referred to it other than calling it "that nonsense," or sometimes "those ridiculous people," because when she ascended to the life of the mind everything that was not the life of the mind stopped existing for her.

Svaka knjiga, svaki svezak koji vidiš, ima dušu. Dušu onoga koji ju je napisao i onih koji su je ?itali, proživeli i uz nju sanjarili. Svaki put kada knjiga pre?e iz ruke u ruku, svaki put kad neko pogledom preleti njene stranice, njen duh raste i ja?a. Karlos Ruis Safon: Senka vetra

you don't know what thirst is until you drink for the first time" ? Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game

Our elders say that an elephant does not find its own trunk heavy.

Death lives with us everyday. Indeed our ways of dying are our ways of living. Or should I say our ways of living are our ways of dying?

I got a few gray hairs to testify to my wisdom, 2 grand babies & long. black dido named Harry...

What is writing but an expression of my own life?

What an awful trail! Did you carry me up here? I did, surely, replied he.