Quotes About Experience

Honestly. Adults. How do they live in the world? (Or maybe that is how they live in the world.)

You are what you remember. You are what you hold on to.

A world made of words, Seth thinks, where you live for a while.

Roads is never the fastest way to get nowhere," the woman says. "Don't ye know that?

And there's yer lesson. There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.

Why die before you die? Your father and I have done something daring for probably the first time since we got married.

Cumplir años es envejecer, crecer es otra cosa.

Cumplir años es envejecer, crecer es otra cosa. Es darse cuenta de que la vida no es lo que esperas. No es justa, ni predecible, ni controlable. Es comprobar que a veces se gana y otras se pierde. Y sobre todo, que a veces se gana y se pierde al mismo tiempo. Crecer es aceptar la incertidumbre.

A memory is not the thing remembered

Well, Adam thought. I've had my mouth on his bare skin. That seemed to be effective.

Everyone thinks they know better. Everyone.

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

Because nothing I did with Charlie ever once felt like that kiss with Jack.

A book, it's a world all on its own, too. A world made of words, where you live for a while. And then it's over and then he'll leave that world forever.

Did it matter? George thought perhaps it did, and not in terms of finding truth or of any hope of discovering what really happened at any given moment. There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

Joy and suffering are not mutually exclusive, they flow from the same valve. Close that valve and you may not hurt as much, but neither will you shine.

I've ridden in a helicopter.

You spend the first half of your career going after the bad guys and then the second half representing them.

Hughes would later count that moment—black and blue, manacled, borne into prison on that great wave of enthusiasm—as one of the greatest in his life.

It could only have been strange for Arthur—an American Jew who had experienced anti-Semitism firsthand, who, as a student, had protested against the rise of Hitler, whose family loathed the Germans just as ardently, and probably more so, than other Americans did—to listen to Marietta's story. But then, until recently, Arthur himself had worked for a German-owned company, Schering.

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In the city, she mused, they might cross paths with "a poor man, a blind person, a beggar." She treated the whole experience as if it were an urban safari, rife with danger, but also with wonder and beauty. When little Arthur was ready to go off to his new school in the big city, she gave him a compass, in case he got lost.

Goldin knew about the drug, knew its reputation for being dangerously addictive. But her own history of hard drug use, rather than making her more cautious, could sometimes mean that she was cavalier. I can handle it, she figured.

Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.