Quotes About Experience

Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.

If you don't have wrinkles, you haven't laughed enough.

and I'm thinking how nothing is as simple as you guess-not right or wrong, not Judd Travers, not even me or this dog I got here. But the good part is I saved Shiloh and opened my eyes some. Now that ain't bad for eleven.

There were so many of these moments that could never be captured accurately, even in the camcorder, only in the heart.

The banal advice of writ in teachers is "write what you know," but the truth is, you don't know a place until you write it. "Write what you want to know" is more like it.

Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.

My nose remembers more than my eyes. The sharp oily smell of eucalyptus combines with afternoon dust from the hockey field. But my heart feels the different then and now.

We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.

I'm social and I meet people and talk to people but I'm not looking for the ideal person to fit my mold and to raise my family with yet. I'm just kind of doing my thing and learning from the people I'm around and who I cross paths with.

My Christmas present to myself each year is to see how much air travel can open up the world and take me to places as far from sheltered California and Japan as possible.

As Henry David Thoreau, one of the great explorers of his time, reminded himself in his journal, "It matters not where or how far you travel—the farther commonly the worse—but how much alive you are." Two

Home lies in the things you carry with you everywhere, and not the things that tie you down.

And if travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because it is a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, undimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed. That is why the best trips, like the best love affairs, never really end.

It's kind of spooky sometimes,' a Canadian lawyer said to me one day. 'There you are, in the Kim Do Hotel, it's ninety-three degrees outside, and it's April eighth, and you're listening to a Vietnamese cover version of Jingle Bells.

Everywhere you turned, everything was happening, and everything that was happening took you away from all abstraction and into something human, where answers weren't so easy.

If they can't get to Europe, they'll find their way to a local theme-park Eiffel Tower. Even a place that we write off as "inauthentic," they realize, can arouse emotions that are entirely authentic.

Going nowhere was the grand adventure that made sense of everywhere else.

Airports say a lot about a place because they are both a city's business card and its handshake; they tell us what a community yearns to be as well as what it really is (much like the people inside them, often, who are dressed up for the occasion, and worn ragged and bare by the experience).

You learned about autumn early.

The sense comes back to me of life as it always was then, an affliction even blinder because wondrously filled with sweetness.

Magari arrivi che senti la tua solitudine farsi pesante ma è un gioco diverso ed essere soli fa molto più male in mezzo alla gente, allora sì che è doloroso e pungono le ossa e il respiro è davvero brutto, come vivere un trip scannato e troppo lungo.

Niente è più banale che dire: la vita continua. Ma lui ora sente proprio questo, perché conosce, nel mondo, delle persone che continuano.

To my eye, women get sexier around 35. They know a thing or two, and knowledge is always alluring.

It is the reader who comes to complete the work and to close, albeit temporarily, the world that it opens, and the reader does this in a different way every time.