Quotes About Experience

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

See, I remember love. That's what people don't understand.

Go to hell," he said, but there was a desolate fear in his eyes and I couldn't look away. "Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated.

And through all the misery, she said that some of us in this lifetime experience a moment of beauty beyond reckoning. I asked her what that was, and she said, "If you're one of the lucky ones, you'll know it when you see it. You'll understand why the gods have made you suffer. Because that moment's reward will make your knees weak and everything you've suffered in life will pale in comparison.

About my first memory, sitting on the shoulders of a giant who I know can only be my father. Of touching the sky. Of lying between two people who read me stories of wild things and journeys with dragons, the soft hum of their voices speaking of love and serenity. See, I remember love.

It's like geographical humor. You just don't get it unless you were there.

Scatter?' Tate said. 'Why? We stay here. Why go anywhere else?' 'Because we'll never know how great this place is until we leave it,' Narnie said.

It's my birthday today. I'm not 17 anymore. The 17 Janis Ian sang about where one learns the truth. But what she failed to mention is that you keep on learning truths after 17 and I want to keep on learning truths till the day I die.

We look at each other for a moment and for once I feel awkward. It's not that I'm not into humility; I've just never had to practise it.

What's the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you'll understand.

What is it? A prize or something? No. It's not a prize and I'm not a prize. But it's mine. It belongs to me and I can only give it away once, and I want to be so sure when it happens. I don't want to say that the first time for me was bad or it didn't mean a thing.

I need to feel the earth beneath my feet, between my toes—the splinters, the bindi-eyes, the burning sensation of hot dirt, the sting of cuts, the twigs, the bites, the heat, the discomfort, the everything. I need desperately to feel it all, so when something wonderful happens, the contrast will be so massive that I will bottle the impact and keep it for the rest of my life.

Not about the Japanese, but about moments of perfection. commit it to memory and make good use of it.

I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.

I need desperately to feel it all, so when something wonderful happens, the contrast will be so massive that I will bottle the impact and keep it for the rest of my life.

I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year Twelve was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.

People with lost personalities will suffer a great deal more than those with lost virginities

Taylor: Do you know when the next train to Yass is coming? Jonah: Go to hell. Taylor: Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated.

In an instant he forgot Joe's poem about Japan except the part about 'you are the bell, and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,' and a new sound entered his life, like when he was a kid and he first heard the sound of horses clip-clopping and he asked his mother in wonder, "What's that sound, because I've never heard it before?

I find it hard to believe that she was just seventeen, my age now, when she was married and taken halfway across the world. But then again, Mama was just seventeen when she gave birth to me, so it makes me realize how young we youth of today really are. Maybe we know more or think we know more, or do a lot more, but we haven't been through as much. We'd never be able to cope with the pressures our mothers and grandmothers went through.

Necesito sentirlo todo desesperadamente, de modo que cuando suceda algo maravilloso, el contraste sea tan enorme que guardaré el impacto como un tesoro durante el resto de mi vida.

And though he has watched a decent age pass by, a man will sometimes still desire the world.

It scares me how fast I go from disliking to loving him, and I wonder if it's this way for everyone.

In any case, to experience the countryside on fair days and never foul is to understand only half its story. To watch rain pock the surface of a chalk stream, feel mizzle on the chill skin of your face or smell petrichor rising from summer-dry soil is to be baptised into a fuller, older, and more deeply felt relationship with the natural world.