Quotes About Experience

When I overdo things and take chances, I learn faster.

the golden pathway to learning, not just in music but in anything in life, is through one's own, individual, honest mistakes.

The first time I flew, it was being alive. Nothing was pressing under me. I was living in the fullness of air; air all around me, no holding place to break the air spaces. It's worth everything to be alone in the air, alive.

Fundamental ideas are not a consequence of experience, but a result of the particular constitution and activity of the mind, which is independent of all experience in its origin, though constantly combined with experience in its exercise.

Only an unwillingness to be open and honest can keep us from the conclusion that both reason and experience tell us that what the Bible says about us is true. We are without excuse if we remain in denial.

When we see around us the tragedy of not taking this truth seriously and when we experience within ourselves the veracity of the truth, we will be positioned to move forward in our spiritual progress. We also will have a different attitude toward those who more obviously struggle in areas where we might only secretly have a problem. Day by day, an awareness of our condition will help us grow spiritually.

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,The earth, and every common sight,To me did seemAppareled in celestial light,The glory and the freshness of a dream.It is not now as it hath been of yore—Turn wheresoe'er I may,By night or day,The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

Fair seedtime had my soul, and I grew upFostered alike by beauty and by fear.

I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

I listen'd, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

A deep distress hath humanised my soul.

One moment now may give us more Than fifty years of reason; Our minds shall drink at every pore The spirit of the season.

I cannot paint what then I was.

He is by nature led To peace so perfect that the young behold With envy, what the old man hardly feels.

From heart-experience, and in humblest sense Of Modesty, that he, who in his youth A daily wanderer among woods and fields With living Nature hath been intimate, Not only in that raw unpractised time Is stirred to ecstasy, as others are, By glittering verse but further, doth receive, In measure only dealt out to himself, Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants...

I roved o'er many a hill and many a dale With this my weary load, in heat and cold, Through many a wood, and many an open ground, In sunshine or in shade, in wet or fair, Now blithe, now drooping, as it might befal, My best companions now the driving winds And now the trotting brooks and whispering trees And now the music of my own sad steps, With many a short-lived thought that pass'd between And disappeared.