Quotes About Experience

God only acts and is in existing beings or men. Embracing the fires of experience, God was consumed by the flames, rose from their ashes, and continues to rise as Jesus Christ, or Divine Imagination. Good and evil are not conditions imposed by some benevolent deity, but states the soul must experience in order to surpass them and awaken as God Himself.

No, you cannot know this intellectually, you cannot debate it, you cannot substantiate it. You can only feel it. You can only be aware of it.

Forgiveness is, in fact, experiencing in imagination the revised version of the day, experiencing in imagination what you wish you had experienced in the flesh.

Don't blame; only resolve. It is not man and the earth at their loveliest, but you practising the art of revision make paradise. The evidence of this truth can lie only in your own experience of it. Try revising the day. It is to the pruning shears of revision that we owe our prime fruit.

On reflection, it happens so naturally you begin to feel or to tell yourself, 'Well, it would have happened anyway,' and you quickly recover from this wonderful experience of yours.

The abundant life that Christ promised is ours to experience now, but not until we have the sense of Christ as our imagination can we experience it.

The important thing to bear in mind is that you have infinite free will in choosing your assumptions, but no power to determine conditions and events. You can create nothing, but your assumption determines what portion of creation you will experience.

Start now to look upon the great mystery of creation as the subjective appropriation of your objective hope. Dwell upon my words. Put them into practice, and you will experience their fulfillment, for all things exist within you!

In spite of your appearance of freedom of action, you obey as everything else does, the law of assumption. Whatever you may think of the question of free will, the truth is your experiences throughout your life are determined by your assumptions — whether conscious or unconscious. An assumption builds a bridge of incidents that lead inevitably to the fulfillment of itself.

The whole of creation exists in you, and it is your destiny to become increasingly aware of its infinite wonders and to experience ever greater and grander portions of it.

El ser humano actúa como lo hace y pasa por las experiencias que tiene, porque su concepto de sí mismo es lo que es, y por ninguna otra razón.

Imagine a judicial nominee said 'my experience as a white man makes me better than a Latina woman.' Wouldn't they have to withdraw? New racism is no better than old racism.

Language as culture is the collective memory bank of a people's experience in history.

Deception is just a feeling that hold u down... pick up the peaces and move on... just like in the puzzle game....perseverence and practice are the source of experience.

The dead outnumber the living fourteen to one, and we ignore the accumulated experience of such a huge majority of mankind at our peril

When you are born in one century and find yourself walking around in another there's a certain infirmity to your footing. May we all be so lucky to live long enough to see our time turn to fable.

I know now that, when you get to a grandfather's age, life takes on the qualities of comedy, with aches.

Nobody who's lived an anyway decent amount of life remembers everything.

It's been well-thumbed, at least triple-read, there's that smell the fat orange-spine Penguins get when their pages have yellowed and the book bulges, basically the smell of complex humanity, sort of sweat and salt and endeavour. Like all the fat orange Penguins, it gets fatter with reading, which it should, because in a way the more you read it the bigger your own experience of the world gets, the fatter your soul.

It is a dolorous fact that a meal, months in the dreaming, weeks in the planning and days in the preparation, is eaten in minutes.

I think maybe I had a first sense then of the power of story, and realised that time had done what Time sometimes does to hardship, turn it into fairy tale.

When I was twelve years old god spoke to my father for the first time.

carne-not-vale but salve, a loud hello and hallelujah both, a dizzying lostness in which was found another version of yourself, one that was tasting smoke and chocolate and make-up, none of which you liked but did now, even as your wrists were singing, the egg on your forehead breaking, and your eyes agape from the out-of-this-world experience of your face eaten by a swan.

love the feel of a book. I love the touch and smell and sound of the pages. I love the handling. A book is a sensual thing.