Quotes About Experience

So then she took me home, or I took her home, or we were both somehow taken to the closest thing.

No point my telling you he's not worth it, I suppose. . . I've seen enough men in my time. Whoever he is, he's not worth what you'll pay.

I may have had moments of regret in my life, but you know, they wouldn't add up to an hour.

Happiness as un-pin-downable as a louse: you feel the tickle of its passage but your fingers close on nothing.

You and I are lucky, Nurse Power. I frowned. Lucky? To be alive and well, you mean? To be here, in the middle of this. We'll never learn more or faster.

It came to Mary now that her mother had been right, after all; Mary had been born for this. In sixteen years she'd shot along the shortest route she could find between life and death, as the crow flew.

To travel is to turn the pages of the great book of life.

Nursing was like being under a spell: you went in very young and came out older than any span of years could make you.

Men never feel quite the same about a woman's body once they know it's done that thing: widened and torn to push out a baby's head.

Brother, there's no end to your knowledge.' 'I'm just old,' Cormac says with a chuckle.

So they're fake? No, no. Stories are a different kind of true. I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out the door.

Las personas se mueven tanto por el mundo que constantemente se pierden cosas

Over a lifetime you packed your brain tight with data, like an overstuffed suitcase, only for it all to fall out in the end.

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened

When I was four I didn't know about the world, or I thought it was only stories. Then Ma told me about it for real and I thought I knowed everything. But now I'm in the world all the time, I actually don't know much, I'm always confused.

When I was as young as you are now I learned how to save my own life.

Me and Ma have a deal, we're going to try everything one time so we know what we like.

Your own love story? Your paramour may have had lovers before you. But no one has ever loved him the way you do. No one has ever heard music. Not the way you hear it. The songs are beautiful vampires, asleep in your iPod, coming alive at night, aglow. You can have them on your hours, yours to conduct. Music shapes us and we shape it.

You may right now be nursing a broken heart. Friends will say, Aren't you glad you had the experience anyway? And you may say No. Eventually, unbelievably, you may not remember the boy that triggered it all. You'll recall all the places you visited, but not how you got there. You'll remember the songs that you listened to.

There is no greater fallacy than the belief that aims and purposes are one thing, while methods and tactics are another. This conception is a potent menace to social regeneration. All human experience teaches that methods and means cannot be separated from the ultimate aim. The means employed become, through individual habit and social practice, part and parcel of the final purpose; they influence it, modify it, and presently the aims and means become identical.

Experience has come to be considered the best school of life. The man or woman who does not learn some vital lesson in that school is looked upon as a dunce indeed.

All day long the thoughts that occupy your mind, your Secret Place, as Jesus calls it, are moulding your destiny for good or evil; in fact, the truth is that the whole of our life's experience is but the outer expression of inner thought.

Remembering is mental time travel.

Our failures are those who do not learn these things in the years they are here.