Quotes About Experience

Cognition begins with sensation.

Albert Einstein once said, "Sit with a beautiful woman for an hour and it seems like a minute, sit on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour—that's relativity.

It would have been impossible for me to have told anyone what I derived from these novels, for it was nothing less than than a sense of life itself. All my life had shaped me for the realism, the maturalism of the modern novel, and I could not read enough of them.

At the age of twelve, before I had had one full year of formal schooling, I had a conception of life that no experience would ever erase, a predilection for what was real that no argument could ever gainsay, a sense of the world that was mine and mine alone, a notion as to what life meant that no education could ever alter, a conviction that the meaning of living came only when one was struggling to wring a meaning out of meaningless suffering.

the impulse to dream had been slowly beaten out of me by experience.

If you think I'm telling tall tales, get chummy with some white cop who works in a Black Belt district and ask him for the lowdown. When

I had a conception of life that no experience would ever erase, a predilection for what was real that no argument could ever gainsay, a sense of the world that was mine and mine alone, a notion as to what life meant that no education could ever alter, a conviction that the meaning of living came only when one was struggling to wring a meaning out of meaningless suffering.

he had lived within the narrow grooves of habit so long that he had learned to see in his dark world without the aid of eyes

The plots and stories in the novels did not interest me so much as the point of view revealed. I gave myself over to each novel without reserve, without trying to criticize it; it was enough for me to see and feel something different. And for me, everything was something different. Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.

I had once tried to write, had once reveled in feeling, had let m crude imagination roam, but the impulse to dream had been slowly beaten out of me by experience. Now it surged up again and i hungered for books, new ways of looking and seeing. It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.

Life had made the plot over and over again, to the extent that I knew it by heart.

Yet he saw and felt but one life, and that one life was more than a sleep, a dream; life was all he had

There are men who need to defile themselves in order to get on with their lives.

Would ectoplasm be considered an amenity? As I have said, I personally define an amenity as a specific and unexpected add-on to the hotel experience.

There should be a way to test this, there should be a sex-related metric with which you could measure sex in hotels, especially the illicit variety, but of what would that metric consist?

Pelo bem do conforto, abrimos mão de conhecer o mundo.

the difference between old friends and new friends is that new friends just haven't let you down yet. She told me that everyone has let her down... ... except for me. And all I could think was, give me time.

Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it!

Leo could run pretty fast when someone was trying to kill him. Sadly, he'd had a lot of practice.

I can't believe Sadie's going to let me have the last word. Our experience together must've really taught her something. Ow, she just hit me. Never mind.

After my bad experience as a kite, I simply refused to go about as a glowing Sadie-headed chicken. That's fine for Carter, but I have standards.

You're probably thinking: Wait, you just charged in without a plan? But Annabeth and I had been fighting together for years. We knew each other's abilities. We could anticipate each other's moves. I might have felt awkward and nervous about being her boyfriend, but fighting with her? That came naturally. Hmm…that sounded wrong. Oh, well.

Unbelievable, I murmured. After four thousand years, I am still discovering new things. Like how dumb you are, Meg volunteered. No. So you already knew that?

Promise me one thing. Whatever happens, when you get back to Olympus, when you're a god again, remember. Remember what it's like to be human.