Quotes About Experience

I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep. You may have heard of me.

It had felt as if I were truly awake for the first time, true knowledge running like ice in my blood. The memory exhilirated me for a moment, then left me with a broken cord of loss.

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. He finished his song to hearty applause, and after a moment the lights came back up and the room swelled with conversation.

Las historias reales pocas veces toman el camino más recto.

And, of course, the grand failures are as entertaining as the great successes.

Es como la vida misma [...]. Nos gustan las cosas dulces, pero necesitamos las amargas.

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.

think things are usually bad one way or another," he said. "It might be that only us older folk can see it.

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

felt every year twice tonight, some of them three times.

All stories are true," Skarpi said. "But this one really happened, if that's what you mean.

true stories seldom take the straightest way.

I think things are usually bad one way or another," he said. "It might be that only us older folk can see it.

He no longer yearned for his life in the cave. He had experienced that life once and it had proved unlivable. Just as had his other experience - life among human beings. He was suffocated by both worlds. He no longer wanted to live at all.

Whatever the art or whatever the craft - and make a note of this before you go - talent means next to nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything.

He had no use for sensual gratification, unless that gratification consisted of pure, incorporeal odors.

No podía oler la falta de olor del niño y no esperaba ninguna emoción de él porque su propia alma estaba sellada.

era una tortura, no se acababa nunca el tiempo en que el mundo real le abrasaba la piel.

KiÅŸiyi oraya götüren yol nice yan?lmalardan, rastlant?lardan, hayal k?r?kl?klar?ndan geçiyor.

Y lo olía con más exactitud de la que muchos lo veían, ya que lo percibía en su interior y por ello de manera más intensa: como la esencia, el espíritu de algo pasado que no sufre la perturbación de los atributos habituales del presente, como el ruido, la algarabía, el repugnante hacinamiento de los hombres.

Aunque no contaba todavía treinta años, madame Gaillard ya tenía la vida a sus espaldas.

talent means nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything.

he lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating-and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake had lived.

Maybe I was waxing nostalgic, but that was certainly better than waxing my legs. I don't know how women do that—the legs, not the nostalgic part.