Quotes About Experience

Destruction and suffering are the school of social thought.

I'm saying it's totally oblivious to how people feel. Take the ocean, for instance. You can love it, but it doesn't love you back. It will suck you under and steal your breath and beauty can make you cry, or that the sound of the tide coming in at night is the best lullaby you ever heard.

Most people, looking back at their childhood, see it as a misty country half-forgotten or only to be remembered through an evocative sound or scent, but some episodes of those short years remain clear and brightly coloured like a landscape seen through the wrong end of a telescope.

The living moment is everything.

The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my intuitional consciousness, and when I get a response there, then I accept.

We only seem to learn from Life that Life doesn't matter so much as it seemed to do -- it's not so burningly important, after all, what happens. We crawl, like blinking sea-creatures, out of the Ocean onto a spur of rock, we creep over the promontory bewildered and dazzled and hurting ourselves, then we drop in the ocean on the other side: and the little transit doesn't matter so much.

Where TV lets you down, I'm discovering, is by not convincing you how things really work in the world. Like, do buses stop anywhere along the road, to pick up any kind of asshole, or do you have to be at a regular bus stop?

Children are ruthless because they have not learned pity, they are inconsiderate because they have never experienced pain. When Philip had written the letter he had not seen his father receiving it, Philip had just sat down and written exactly what he was feeling with absolute honesty...

She had been born in the days when children were taught to venerate the aged, but she had lived long enough to learn that she could count upon no respect from the young.

No one is forever occupied with sorrow, and there is a kind of gaiety that goes hand in hand with sorrow. Sorrow stands aside for a while to make room for mirth, and then steps forward to take her victim in a stronger grip. It was like that with me.

I switch on the light beside my bed and the old, beautiful room takes shape – the four-poster with its carved oak pillars, the dark oak chest, the dressing table with its prude petticoat of spotted muslin, the low, uneven ceiling, the wavy oak floor. How many hundreds and thousands of people have awakened in this room; awakened to their sorrows and their joys, their hopes and their fears?

Yes," says Grace nodding. "I should enjoy it, but you think I shouldn't enjoy it so blatantly. Well, you may be right, but I can't help it." She looks thoughtful for a moment and then continues, "Good things come in waves. This is one of the times when everything goes right . . . then there are times when everything goes wrong. That's my experience of life.

Mrs. Parsons says, 'I know exactly what you mean but I envy you all the same. I envy you going to new places every few years – meeting new people and making new friends. It is such an interesting thing to study people, to get inside their skins and see life from their point of view. And you can do it. Some people travel all over the world and see nothing. They go about clad in a thick fog of their own making through which no impressions can penetrate

It suddenly struck him that life was very unfair. You had to decide your whole life before you had any experience to guide you. Youth makes the bed, and middle age has, perforce, to lie upon it. The experience of others, however wise, is of no use to youth. Each soul must adventure of itself blindly into the dark. Perhaps, however, it is as well that youth does not know or reck of the dangers and sorrows with which the path of life is beset.

Life was like a piece of tapestry . . . or perhaps one should say a piece of tapestry was like life . . . for there was the background, which was rather dull, and the coloured bits, which were fun. And it was not until you had got to the end and the whole thing was complete that you could see the pattern properly.

The Major would be laughing at me,' replies Alec, smiling. 'But no, I would be wanting no war for him. It is only that I am glad now there was one for me. I was not glad at the time, no, not altogether glad. Wars are bad things, and we want no more of them – but there is good in them for the lucky ones.' 'I believe you are right,' says

Nothing in this world is permanent-neither sorrow nor joy-and only a foolish person would ask for permanence. We don't stand still, thought Robert. We are travellers upon the path of life.

She mentions the salary she is prepared to offer, and hopes it will be acceptable, but, as this part of the letter is quite illegible, I cannot tell whether it is acceptable or not. Grace has told her I have no experience, but Miss Clutterbuck does not mind as long as I have my head screwed on the right way. Miss Clutterbuck has had to sack her former assistant because she was a fool—no head at all and apt to take the huff when her shortcomings were mentioned.

Life is like looking out of a lot of different windows," explained Malcolm.

Not at all, I'm most interested." He was deeply interested; he had heard most of this story from Miss Wentworth, but by no means all. Besides, he was not averse to hearing it from a different angle; his legal training and experience had shown him the desirability of hearing a story from as many angles as possible.

I had been watching the porters and it had looked easy; they swung the crates as if they were full of feathers, but I discovered that the crates were very heavy indeed, it took me all my time to lift them. I was soft, of course, for I had had very little exercise all the winter and I was unskilled into the bargain. The porters were amused at my attempts to help them but they were quite decent about it; probably they thought I was doing it for a joke.

When you're very young you take people as you find them. It's only when you've had experience that you begin to measure and weigh.

Every day,' nodded Julia. 'I've learnt quite a lot. What an easy way of making money, isn't it?' 'But, look here! You mustn't try speculating on your own. It's frightfully risky. The thing to do is to put your pile into something safe.' 'Oh, I know,' she agreed. 'I've learnt enough about business to know that I don't know much.' 'Some people never learn as much as that.

We've all got to start,' Mac pointed out. 'And Dad said in his letter that you were to have the chance of killing a good stag. I know how you feel; I felt the same about my first stag: butterflies in the tummy?