Quotes About Experience

Most things fail with age. Our hands and backs stiffen. Our eyes dim. Skin roughens and our beauty fades. The only exception is the voice. Properly cared for, a voice does nothing but grow sweeter with age and constant use. His was like a sweet honey wine.

History tends to be rather dry but everyone enjoys a story

a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.

No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection

Algunas eran amargas; otras, dulces. Algunas no eran prácticamente nada. Así es como son las cosas.

Las historias contienen toda la verdad del mundo, ya lo sabes.

Con la edad se deterioran muchas cosas. Las manos y la espalda cobran rigidez. La visión empeora. La piel se vuelve áspera y la belleza se apaga. La única excepción es la voz. Si se cuida bien, con la edad y con el uso continuado la voz no hace otra cosa que ganar suavidad. La de aquel hombre era dulce como un vino de miel. Al terminar su canción, recibió un aplauso caluroso, y al cabo de un momento volvieron a encenderse las luces y se reanudaron las conversaciones.

It's quite hard. Making pies, I mean. You wouldn't think it, but there's quite a lot to the process. Bread is easy. Soup is easy. Pudding is easy. But pie is complicated. It's something you never realize until you try it for yourself.

No hay nada que haga sentirse más viejo a un hombre que una mujer joven.

same thing: no man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.

Tots ens expliquem una història sobre nosaltres mateixos. Sempre. Contínuament. Aquesta història és el que ens converteix en el que som. Ens construïm nosaltres mateixos a partir d'aquesta història.

Ya lo dijo Teccam: no hay hombre valiente que nunca haya caminado cien kilómetros. Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre. Viajar nos pone en nuestro sitio, nos enseña más que ningún maestro, es amargo como una medicina, cruel como un espejo. Un largo tramo de camino te enseñará más sobre ti mismo que cien años de silenciosa introspección.

Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever." Kvothe

I have heard what poets write about women. They rhyme and rhapsodize and lie. I have watched old sailors on the shore stare mutely at the slow-rolling swell of the sea. I have watched old soldiers with their hearts like leather grow teary-eyed at their king's colours stretched against the wind.

Took an arrow in the knee on my way through the Eld three summers ago. It gives out every now and then." He grimaced and said wistfully, "It's what made me give up the good life on the road." He reached down to touch his oddly bent leg tenderly.

I learned more from a month on the road than I had in three years of classes." Kvothe nodded. "Teccam said the same thing: no man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.

Moving was a lesson in punitive anatomy.

Neither of us spoke. I closed my eyes. The closeness of her was the sweetest, sharpest thing my life had ever known.

So this is the defference between telling a story and being in one, he thought numbly, the fear.

My mind was learning to work in different ways, becoming stronger. It felt the same way your body feels after a day splitting wood, or swimming, or sex. You feel exhausted, languorous, and almost Godlike.

I learned more from a month on the road than I had in three years of classes (...) No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveller, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.

I have heard it from the mouths of the Edema Ruh, so I know it to be true.

A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection

Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre. Viajar nos pone en nuestro sitio, nos enseña más que ningún maestro, es amargo como una medicina, cruel como un espejo. Un largo tramo de camino te enseñará más sobre ti mismo que cien años de silenciosa introspección.