Quotes About Experience

J'étais encore trop jeune pour connaître l'angoisse qu'elle éprouvait à rentrer seule chez elle.

Tudo o que vivemos no dia a dia é marcado pelas incertezas do presente.

He had us sit on a bench, then he posed us in front of a wall shaded by a row of trees, on Avenue Denfert-Rochereau. I've kept one of those shots. My girlfriend and I are sitting on the bench. To me it's as if they were other people, not us, because of the years that have passed, or maybe because of what Jansen saw through his lens, which we wouldn't have seen in a mirror at the time: two anonymous teenagers lost in Paris.

Altri, come lui, proprio prima della mia nascita, avevano patito pene di ogni sorta per consentire a noi di provare soltanto piccoli dispiaceri.

Don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.

Cuz how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

The mistake of every young person is to think they're the only ones who see darkness and hardship in the world." ... "The mistake of every adult, though, is to think darkness and hardship aren't important to young people because we'll grow out of it. Who cares if we will? Life is happening to us now, just like it's happening to you.

You went up a girl and came down a woman.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.

Oh, it was real, all right," she says. "We lived it; we were there. If you go through something and put up with it even if you want to get away from it more than anything in the whole world, then it was definitely bloody real.

Why did everyone no longer a teenager automatically dismiss any feeling you had then? Who cared if he'd grow out of it? That didn't make it any less true in those painful and euphoric days when it was happening.

Schooling ain't life." "Ain't it?" she says, her eyebrows raising in mock surprise.

You're never more alive than in battle." "Never more dead after," I say. "Ah, philosophy," he smiles. "I didn't know you had it in you.

Smart boys make useless men.

No penséis que no habéis vivido lo bastante como para no tener una historia que contar.

Marty: Dad's right about you. You got lost on your journey somewhere. Adam: That's what everyone says who never bothered to go on a journey in the first place.

You said war should never be personal, but that's all it's ever been for me.

A feeling may or may not be true, but you still feel it.

He'd heard once that the only people who could effectively treat the trauma of surviving an airplane crash were other survivors of airplane crashes. You could only instinctively trust someone who had been there, who had seen it firsthand.

A book, he thinks at one point, rubbing his eyes, tired from so much focused reading. It's a world all on its own, too. He looks at the cover again. A satyr playing pan pipes, far more innocent-looking than when it got up to in the story. A world made of words, Seth thinks, where you live for a while. "And then it's over," he says.

You got lost on your journey somewhere." "That's what everyone says who never bothered to go on a journey in the first place.

What happens to you when you get older? Do you just forget everything from before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?

There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than the story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you've got to do is find a way to live there.