Quotes About Experience

El retrato de ese momento explica qué llena la vida del explorador: lo que importa no es tanto el destino como acercarse a él.

We humans are different - our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them, our recollections in their retelling.

We humans are different--our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them. Our recollections change in their retelling.

Nobel Prize-winning neuroscientist Eric Kandel says we are who we are because of what we learn and what we remember. Who am I, then, if my memory is impaired?

classroom. Instead of saying you're born, you live, you die, Hinduism says you're born, you learn, and you're reborn—this is the idea of samsara. Everything you do, think, and feel creates

put up an inner barrier that allowed him to not seem to experience the feelings his partner's putdowns must have been stimulating in him.

It's only at this age that I can say the word 'art' without flinching.

Now that I've got some films under my belt, I have the courage of my convictions regarding acting. It gives me a leg to stand on.

For women mystics, contemplative life is not so much a matter of transcending the illusions of mundane existence or attaining states of perfect equanimity as it is about becoming as fully present as possible to the realities of the human experience. In showing up for what is, no matter how pedestrian or tedious, how aggravating or shameful, the what is begins to reveal itself as imbued with holiness. How do we make space in our lives for this kind of sacred seeing?

I'm not a garden expert in any sense of the meaning, only someone who blunders about in the shrubbery.

It's sad and beautiful how a few hours can come to stand for the many others that never were. One looks back and holds up a handful of hours to prove, "That was what it was, it was so perfect," in spite of what one knows, in spite of all the other days that came before and after.

Would she understand that time had stopped while she was gone.

You know what? Forget what I just said. You're already a part of this. You will eat, you will laugh at stupid things, you will stay up all night just to see what it feels like, you will fall painfully in love, you will have babies of your own, you will doubt and regret and yearn and keep a secret. You will get old and decrepit, and you will die, exhausted from all that living. That is when you get to die. Not now.

Your sentimentality softens all the edges, you're misremembering. Take a moment to recall it as it really was: fucking hell.

He called the feeling between us "weird," and I had nothing to add. I kissed the backs of his legs and they sang. He reached around and pulled me down onto his back and I lay there, like on the warm sand of a beach. Just that. That is all there is. That is the whole point of everything.

A howl was curdling inside me; the ache felt inhuman. Or maybe this was my first human feeling.

You know what? Forget what I just said. You're already a part of this. You will eat, you will laugh at stupid things, you will stay up all night just to see what it feels like, you will fall painfully in love, you will have babies of your own, you will doubt and regret and yearn and keep a secret. You will get old and decrepit, and you will die, exhausted from all that living.

I smiled into the air the way I smiled when customers unbuckled their belts, and I made my eyes laugh as if everything were some version of a good time.

So this was what it was like not to be me.

She was standing on the moon and if I responded I would be on the moon too, right next to her.

Where did they go, those things we did?

I had forgotten about the baby. Until then she had been giving birth to birth—to contractions and noises and liquids. There was someone in there. We

I had a joint once and I didn't feel right for a whole year.

You will eat, you will laugh at stupid things, you will stay up all night just to see what it feels like, you will fall painfully in love, you will have babies of your own, you will doubt and regret and yearn and keep a secret. You will get old and decrepit, and you will die, exhausted from all that living.