Quotes About Experience

Sarà vero che da bambini viviamo la vita tutt'intera, d'un sorso, per poi ripeterci stupidamente, ciecamente, senza alcun senso?

A journey indeed, in an emotional roller-coaster.

For most people life is not a fairy tale, it is an adventure.

Good thing I'm aging, otherwise I'd be dead.

We have all grown wiser.

Electric flesh-arrows... traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.

When an old man dances, His locks with age are grey. But he's a child in mind.

Oft am I by the Women told, Poor Anacreon, thou grow'st old, Look how thy hairs are falling all; Poor Anacreon how they fall. Whether I grow old or no, By th' Effects I do not know. This I know without being told, 'Tis time to Live, if I grow Old. 'Tis time short Pleasures now to take; Of little Life the best to make, And manage wisely the last Stake.

The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

An old man seating down is able to see far better than a child standing on top of a tree.

We are all tourists in history, and irony is what we win in wars.

The first divorce in the world may have been a tragedy, but the hundred-millionth is not necessarily one.

Anatole Broyard

The truth is that life is delicious, horrible, charming, frightful, sweet, bitter, and that is everything.

It is good to collect things, but it is better to go on walks.

The beautiful things I have seen are still so vivid in my mind that I feel the task of writing them would be a useless fatigue. Why spoil my pleasure-trip by collecting notes? Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness.

Qu'est-ce que veut dire voyager? Changer de lieu? Pas du tout! En voyageant, on change aussi ses opinions et ses préjugés.

I am drawn mostly, insistently to the human voice. How powerful and necessary the solo voice, the experience of being someone, something else for a little while. This is and will remain literature's killer app, the thing most impervious to threat by everything that's not the word.

While you can't hold on to everything forever, you're a fool if you sell back your college books at semester's end: have you learned nothing of this life?

I suspect you knew: to live is to be irradiated. It is a sacrifice, this life.

Does our reading life balance or subvert our waking life?