Quotes About Experience

I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I'm used to that— But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet— And I tip—drunken— Let no Pebble—smile— 'Twas the New Liquor— That was all!

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.

I stepped from Plank to Plank So slow and cautiously The Stars about my Head I felt, About my Feet the Sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch — This gave me that precarious Gait Some call Experience.

Le monde est oval. On apprend l'eau par la soif, et la terre par le voyage en mer; la passion par les affres, et la paix par les récits de guerre; l'amour par la mort, et les oiseaux par l'hiver.

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.

A not admitting of the wound Until it grew so wide That all my Life had entered it

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --

But are not all facts dreams as soon as we put them behind us?

the second half of joy is shorter than the first

The past is not a package one can lay away.

The Dark—felt beautiful—

Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.

The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs; A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings!

Emerging from an Abyss and entering it again—that is Life, is it not?

Forever - is composed of Nows - 'Tis not a different time - Except for Infiniteness - And Latitude of Home - From this - experienced Here - Remove the Dates - to These - Let Months dissolve in further Months - And Years - exhale in Years -

I took one Draught of Life— I'll tell you what I paid— Precisely an existence— The market price, they said.

I never saw a Moor - I never saw the Sea - Yet know I how the Heather looks And what a Billow be. I never spoke with God Nor visited in Heaven - Yet certain am I of the spot As if the Checks were given -

XVIII: THE SHOW. The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play — Both went to see.

Dicen que el tiempo cura, pero el tiempo jamás cura de nada, lo que duele de veras duele más con la edad, como pasa a los tendones.

We outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer