Quotes About Experience

But we didn't fit, he and I. He thought it was because he was too old. He was older, and compared to the age I was I did think he was ancient. He was in his sixties then. Well, now I know that your sixties feel the same as all the other ages, and your seventies. You never stop being yourself on the inside, whatever age people think you are by looking at you from the outside.

Crying came out of her like weather

Animals, Mark, have no use for nostalgia, Aunt Kenna says. It is not a tool for survival, my darling. But

Funny, she says leaning against an unexpected warm place in the stone on the threshold of the church and liking the feel of it on her arm. Like, how we overload summer most out of all the seasons, I mean with our expectations of it. Nah, he says and nips the end of his rollie with a finger and thumb till it's out. Summers can take it. That's why they're called summers.

Seems the self you get left with on the shore, in the end, is the self that you were when you went.

It takes a death sometimes to make us all live a bit more, Iris says.

Books. Knowledge. Years of reading. All of which means? I know stuff.

No era viejo, ella había acertado. Nadie verdaderamente viejo se sentaría con las piernas cruzadas o abrazándose las rodillas de ese modo. Los viejos solo podían sentarse como si los hubiese paralizado una pistola paralizante).

before she had died she had been young, like him, and not yet been onced by life. Today

I don't care what language the time passes in, the girl says. So long as it passes.

After this painting they look flat and old-fashioned, as if they're stale dramas and pretending to be real. This one at least admits the whole thing's a performance. Or perhaps it is just that George has spent proper time looking at this one painting and that every single experience of looking at something would be this good if she devoted time to everything she looked at.

It's as if that map they gave us is nothing to do with the actual experience of being here, she said.

People like feeling. They like to be asked to feel. Feeling is a very powerful thing.

A whole time can reduce down to a single taste, a moment. A whole person down to the skelf of a self

Life throws the years at your feet soon enough, so learn to enjoy each stage as it happens.

I think growing up is difficult and it's a process that I'm always interested in, with kids and adults, they are often on two different universes.

For what is a disciple? He is one who seeks to learn a new rhythm, to enter a new field of experience, and to follow the steps of that advanced humanity who have trodden ahead of him the path, leading from darkness to light, from the unreal to the real.

Experience is never at bargain price.

Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia? Our time is forever now!

But teaching was like a rubber band. It could expand and take in all kinds of experience, or it could remain, wound tight and unyielding, around the small package that was your life. Perhaps it had something to do with the kind of person you were. Perhaps it only depended on circumstances.

But there was a last time. An unforeseen and uncommemorated last time. I don't remember it. That, more than anything, describes aging to me—the letting go of one activity after the next, with no fanfare. Just realizing later that the last time has come and gone,

The days beaded a smooth chain of fine feeling.

Each poet creates an expatriate space, a slightly skewed domain where things are freshly felt because they are freshly said.

Six a.m.!" Xander cried. "I know that's a number on my clock, but I've never actually been awake to personally witness it!