experience

From all that I saw,and everywhere I wandered,I learned that time cannot be spent,It only can be squandered.

Not everything we experience can be explained by logic or science.

Experience is not necessarily accumulated over the extent of time lived. In my opinion, it is accumulated over the degree and variety of activities a person has been involved in

I built my home in the feeling of waking up at dawn in a new city, where every road is the right road because there is no ordinary. Everything is as profound as you make it.

... none had been outside Russia. I kept trying to remember something that I had read about a species of fish that was born, lived, spawned, died in the dark waters of a cave; and were blind.

Wherever I travel to, I encounter great souls.

Approach a trip as a chance to collect unique experiences, not passport stamps, postcards and snapshots in front of famous monuments.

Adventrue rewrites the routine of our lives and wakes us sharply from the comforts of the familiar. It allows us to see how vast the expanse of our experience. Our ability to grow is no longer linear but becomes unrestricted to any direction we wish to run.

I had been afraid of the primitive, had wanted it broken gently, but here it came on us in a breath, as we stumbled up through the dung and the cramped and stinking huts to our lampless sleeping place among the rats. It was the worst one need fear, and it was bearable because it was inescapable.

Yeah, that__ my experience. Humbling to the point where you have major regrets about some of the stupid things you said, some of the things you thought were right. You keep going to these countries, and it__ like, you forgot the lesson from the last time. Because the first person you encounter kind of bitch-slaps you upside the head in the most wonderful, innocent way and you realize, God, I__ still an asshole. And this guy, by doing nothing except being broke and so incredibly polite__t takes you aback, you realize, I__ still not there yet. I still have like eight miles to go before I can even get into the parking lot of humility. I have to keep going back. It__ like going back to a chiropractor to get a readjustment. That__ me in Africa, that__ me in Southeast Asia. You come back humbled and you bring that into your life. It__ made me much more tolerant of other peoples__nd I__ not saying I used to be a misogynist, or I used to be a racist, that was never my problem. But I can be extremely headstrong, impatient, rude. Like, __urry up, man. What__ your problem? Get out of my way._ That sentiment comes easy to me. Going to these countries, you realize none of that is necessary, none of it__ cool, it__ nothing Abraham Lincoln would do, and so why are you doing it? Those are the lessons I__e learned.

Adventure is allowing the unexpected to happen to you. Exploration is experiencing what you have not experienced before. How can there be any adventure, any exploration, if you let somebody else - above all, a travel bureau - arrange everything before-hand?

Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed popemobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East, eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonalds? Or do we want to eat without fear, tearing into the local stew, the humble taqueria's mystery meat, the sincerely offered gift of a lightly grilled fish head? I know what I want. I want it all. I want to try everything once.

Life is a time bound journey to experience the excitement of love, joy, and happiness.

Follow reason but don__ ignore that gut feeling. We create reasons with our limited knowledge and experience, but gut feelings often come from universal knowledge.

He had strong, steady hands, and I could tell from looking at them there was little he couldn't do. Mossy always said you could tell everything you needed to know about a man from his hands. Some hands, she told me, were leaving hands. They were the wandering sort that slipped into places they shouldn't, and they would wander right off again because those hands just couldn't stay still. Some hands were worthless hands, fit only to hold a drink or flick ash from a cigar, and some were punishing hands that hit hard and didn't leave a mark and those were the ones you never stayed to see twice.But the best hands were knowing hands, Mossy told me with a slow smile. Knowing hands were capable; they could soothe a horse or woman. They could take things apart -- including your heart -- and put them back together better than before. Knowing hands were rare, but if you found them, they were worth holding, at least for a little while.

It is impossible to experience a person__ life, or to be compassionate, if you do not listen to the person or if you do not ask questions.

Experience, or what we call experience, is not the inventory of our pains, but rather the learned sympathy towards the pain of others.

How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?