Quotes About Experience

Take your age the first time a stranger touched your body with danger in his hands, evil-minded... But it's not usually a stranger, is it<

I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.

Sometimes I think high school is one long hazing activity. If you're tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become an adult. I hope it's worth it.

The box opens and the razors slide out, whisper sweet. Used to be that my whole body was my canvas-hot cuts licking my ribs, ladder rungs climbing my arms, thick milkweed stalks shooting up my thighs.

Set foot on the campus and it changes you forever. It's... He paused like he was searching for the right word, something I'd never seen him do before. It's Nerdvana! he finally declared.

Sometimes I think high school is one long hazing activity: if you are tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become an adult. I hope it's worth it.

I HEARD BULLETS WHISTLE AND BELIEVE ME, THERE IS SOMETHING CHARMING IN THE SOUND. —LETTER FROM THE TWENTY-TWO-YEAR-OLD GEORGE WASHINGTON DESCRIBING HIS FIRST TASTE OF BATTLE T

Her eyes were tired, but we're seniors. All seniors have dead eyes.

As a result of that experience, I do think all Anthropologies should provide a courtesy volcano just outside their dressing rooms so every woman who is revealed as completely inadequate by the lighting can throw herself in rather than contaminate the store staging for any longer than absolutely necessary.

I've seen more than half a century of events. I've seen so much stuff that I had to purge 90 percent of my childhood memories from my brain in order to make room for passwords and PINs.

Travel broadens, they say. My personal experience has been that, in the short term at any rate, it merely flattens, aiming its steam-roller of deadlines and details straight at one's daily life, leaving a person flat and gasping at its passage.

You translate it, please. I have worked hard to forget what Greek I once knew.

I am getting old, Russell. Gone are the days when I could scramble about on the moors all day and curl up happily at night with a thin blanket and a stone for a pillow. Three nights on floorboards and one night without sleep following three days at strenuous labour make me aware that I am no longer a callow youth.

novels pass in and out of my hands while volumes of poetry are mine for life.

Well, you live and you learn, and generally in that order. I

People go through changes and life does the damnedest things to us all.

You know what I realized?" "What?" "Most of the people I know are dead. I guess that happens

It took a while to tell but it hadn't taken all that long to live;

It was a Mexican cigarette and not so tightly packed as the brand she had smoked in the United States but in the past week or so she had gotten used to it and now liked it as well as American cigarettes.

September I arrived at Antioch College

Living proof of indiscretions makes bad company on the morning after.

One begins a journey with an eye on one's destination. Somewhere along the way, one learns (if one's lucky) that it's the journey itself that's important. One buys a stamp album with the intention of filling it—but it is in moving toward this goal that satisfaction lies, not in attaining it.

Somewhere in the heart of experience there is an order and a coherence which we might purprise if we were attentive enough, loving enough, or patient enough.

There are only three things to be done with a woman' said Clea once. 'You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.