Quotes About Experience

We may all possess wisdom if we are willing to be persuaded that the experience of others is as useful as our own.

Architecture is basically a container of something. I hope they will enjoy not so much the teacup, but the tea.

otherwise you will always be running. Have trust and faith to guide you like a torch piercing darkness. Do not believe and do not deny, but find out for yourself – for there is no truth but the one you have earned in your own experience.

All the difference between men and angels is, men are passing through the day of trial that angels have already passed through.

It yields solid satisfaction to hear men testify of the truth of the Gospel. It is always peculiarly interesting to me to hear the Saints tell their experience. It is to me one of the best sermons to hear men and women relate to each other how the Lord has wrought upon their understanding, and brought them into the path of truth, life, and salvation.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

The truth is, you will never re-create third and 10, down by four, at Texas Stadium, in the fourth quarter, don't try.

First of all, I wish everyone who loved football could stand in the quarterback's shoes just for a play, because I think it would be tremendously humbling to anyone who loved the game to say, "I didn't -- I had no idea." You can think about what it would be like, and the cameras are getting better at giving that perspective, that one that the skycam comes down and you get a sense of it, but you just -- you don't know.

Travel teaches as much as books.

It is when the suffering of others becomes part of my own experience that I truly know what it is to live and what it is to write. Nothing in the world, perhaps, is so likely to forge a connection between people as pain, because the connection that comes from that source comes from deep in the heart.

We were fishers of memory waiting on the banks of time and waiting for the past to swallow the date.

It is when the suffering of others becomes part of my own experience that I truly know what it is to live and what it is to write.

Chaque fois que je lis ces grandes œuvres, je me laisse entraîner par elles. Je m'accroche à elles comme un enfant craintif au vêtement de sa mère. Je me règle sur leur pas et j'avance tout doucement dans le fleuve du temps. C'est un voyage agréable où mille sensations se mêlent. Elles m'emmènent avec elles et me laissent rentrer seul, et de retour à la maison je me rends compte qu'elles sont pour toujours avec moi.

This "me" of ten years before lay down amid the leaves and long grass and slept for two whole hours. During this time a few ants crawled up my leg, but even in my deep sleep my finger accurately flicked them off. I felt as if I had come to a shore, and the echoing shouts of an old man poling a bamboo raft seemed to reach my ears from far away. I awakened from my dream, and

Still immersed in his dream, he drank down the tepid tea. It tasted bitter. Glory, as anyone knows, is bitter stuff.

There isn't any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it.

In the very simplicity of her desire to punish herself appeared egoism in its purest form. Never before had this woman who seemed to think only of herself experienced an egoism so immaculate.

For everything sacred has the substance of dreams and memories, and so we experience the miracle of what is separated from us by time or distance suddenly being made tangible.

At such times I felt as though I was drenched up to my neck in the existence that was myself.

They avoided talk of the old days, like a pair weaving in and out among puddles after a rainstorm, so deftly that neither of them found the process awkward.

There was for me nothing that might have been called the pinnacle of my youth, and so no moment for stopping it. One should stop at the pinnacle. I could discern none. Strangely, I feel no regrets.

Otaguro's bosom heaved with an ineffable surge of joy. "Every man is fighting," he murmured. "Every man.

Non è esagerato dire che il primo problema che affrontai in vita mia fu quello della bellezza.

J'aimerais revivre une fois encore la terrifiante affirmation que j'ai connue à la mort de mon mari. Ce serait sûrement le bonheur.