Quotes About Experience

Learning stamps you with it's moments. Childhood's learning is made up of moments. It isn't steady. It's a pulse.

Ne m'envoie plus ouvrir la porte. Tu as vu que c'était inutile. L'expérience nous apprend que lorsqu'on entend sonner à la porte, c'est qu'il n'y a jamais personne.

I can't stick it. Perhaps it's my liver. I feel I've aged. Of course, I'm not exactly young any more. Still, to feel like this . .

Deocamdat?, nu avem decât siguranÈ›a unei autenticit??i; aceea a inautenticit??ii noastre. A fi autentic înseamn? a te tr?da fa?? de o sum? infinit? de tr?iri posibile.

If cats could write history, their history would be mostly about cats.

No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

What's chivalrous about saying you've seen a rhinoceros?

The set of outline notes of our poorer sermons, however, will likely reveal that they were shaped by the nature of their substantive content, not by the process of the narrative experience that is anticipated.

Only the past when you were happy is real.

Lo único que envejecen son nuestras vidas. Donde estamos, los siglos solo son como segundos, y después de vivir mil vidas, nuestros ojos empiezan a abrirse.

Experience, travel - these are an education in themselves.

No one starts out with the answers. You figure them out as you go and you learn from the people who figured them out before you.

Stories are not just entertainment, not to me. A story records and transmits the experience of being human. It teaches us what it's like to be who we are. Nothing but art can do this. There is no science that can capture the inner life. No words can describe it directly. We can only speak of it in metaphors. We can only say: it's like this—this story, this picture, this song.

A work of art speaks a truth we can't speak outright: the truth of the human experience. Love, joy, grief, guilt, beauty—no words can communicate these. We can only represent them in stories and pictures and songs. Art is the way we speak the meaning of our lives.

There are things you can describe in life and things you just can't. There are dangers and adventures, miseries and fears that you can tell about and then . . . well, then there's home and joy and love—and those are beyond the power of words to describe.

The world had no beauty of its own. The beauty of the world was created in the human experience, in me. The very fact of beauty, the very idea that something could be beautiful, only existed in me. The point was not to see the world....The point was to experience the world.

Mike had seen some pretty awful things in the wars in the Middle East, I guess. He'd learned there was not too much stuff in life that needed to be taken seriously. Just the right stuff. Just enough.

In the end, life becomes literature, and literature has meaning because life has meaning.

The world I hadn't grown up in was spinning away.

They'd put the anesthesia mask on him, and the next instant he was in the recovery room. It was a blackout so complete, it made him doubt the immortality of the soul.

Each of us learns to do this, Wordsworth said, in his first experience of love, when his soul "drinks in the feelings of his Mother's eye!

Knowledge can be acquired systematically, wisdom cannot.

Here stand my books, line upon line They reach the roof, and row by row, They speak of faded tastes of mine, And things I did, but do not, know.

Richard Hawley's 'Tonight The Streets Are Ours'. He dusted and polished to The KLF; hoovered to Robyn and Bat For Lashes.