Best 62 quotes in «human experience quotes» category

It seems to me that one of the most basic human experiences, one that is genuinely universal and unites-or, more precisely, could unite-all of humanity, is the experience of transcendence in the broadest sense of the word.

Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.

Let us repeat the two crucial negative premises as established firmly by all human experience: (1) Words are not the things we are speaking about; and (2) There is no such thing as an object in absolute isolation.

Perfect and bulletproof are seductive, but they don’t exist in the human experience.

Mourning is one of the most profound human experiences that it is possible to have.

Of course, when you work with actors and when you work on a script everything that you know about the human experience can't possibly go in.

People with Parkinson's are not some weird people on the edge of human experience.

Poetry makes sense of the parts of human experience that are confusing and not decodable in any other way. It makes accessible the inaccessible.

Religion--that voice of the deepest human experience.

Sak, pain, love are limited human experiences. and only those who know their own frontiers, those knows the life, the rest is just passing time.

There's always something more to be accomplished with a character. Theater is a human experience. There's nothing shellacked or finished off about it. I guess that's why it always draws me back.

The more accurately one can illuminate a particular human experience, the better the work of art.

Since with electricity we extend our central nervous system globally, instantly interrelating every human experience.

The box was a universe, a poem, frozen on the boundaries of human experience.

The interviewer always learns something new from the interviewee. It opens up your mind to new ideas and the vast multiplicity of human experience.

There is also hope that even in these days of increasing specialization there is a unity in the human experience.

There is something profoundly satisfying about sharing a meal. Eating together, breaking bread together, is one of the oldest and most fundamentally unifying of human experiences.

Vulnerability is the core, the heart, the center, of meaningful human experience.

We are Spiritual Beings have a Human Experience. Not the other way around.

Wisdom is not to be obtained from textbooks, but must be coined out of human experience in the flame of life.

We're not mere spectators, or a cosmic accident, or some sideshow, or the Greek chorus to the main event. The human experience IS the main event.

Why am I as I am? To understand that of any person, his whole life, from Birth must be reviewed. All of our experiences fuse into our personality. Everything that ever happened to us is an ingredient.

Wounds turn into scars and scars make you tough.

You are an infinite spiritual being having a temporary human experience.

After the boy at the supermarket had called her those names, Evelyn Couch had felt violated. Raped by words. Stripped of everything. She had always tried to keep this from happening to her, always been terrified of displeasing men, terrified of the names she would be called if she did. She had spent her life tiptoeing around them like something lifting her skirt stepping through a cow pasture. She had always suspected that if provoked, those names were always close to the surface, ready to lash out and destroy her.

You are not a human being in search of a spiritual experience. You are a spiritual being immersed in a human experience.

Doubt and faith are parts of human experience, whether one views them as right or wrong. Also doubt and faith are instrumental to grasping truth in some very obvious senses.

All of us are part of a beautiful pageantry of human experience. Let us make the most of this life in all we do.

...and where the Ferris wheel carried its passengers high and brought them low and raised them high and brought them low again, as if it were not merely a carnival ride but also a metaphor for the basic pattern of human experience.

Autumn colors remind us we are all one dancing in the wind.

When true forgiveness happens it is one of the most astonishing and liberating of the human experience.

Even as a creative artist, I used to think enduring struggles and hard days in silence and telling people everything was great meant I was strong. And then I learned it just meant I was scared---scared of people not loving me any other way. Scared of sharing the lessons that pain had to teach. I no longer see perpetual claims of "fineness" as strength. People desperately need to see the full human experience, especially the dark parts. They need to know that other folks struggle, too, and that it's all part of a bigger story of triumph. They need permission to keep going, knowing that hardship is normal for everyone. Give them that gift. Have that courage. Tell the whole story.

Emma, you and your poetry, me and my acting--what are we trying to do? We can't top this city. We poor would-be artists can't compete with or improve on the rich density of human experience on any random, average, slow summer night in New York--who are we trying to kid? In the overheard conversation in the elevator, in the five minutes of talk the panhandler gives you before hitting you for the handout, in the brief give-and-take when you are going out and the cleaning lady is coming in--there are the real stories, incredible, heartbreaking and ridiculous, there are the command performances, the Great American Novels but forever unwritten, untoppable, and so beautifully unaware.

Innumerable arcs intersect and scatter into a vast indefinite sea.

How wrong and petty any life is.

Inspiration comes from living it.

I only know myself as a human entity; the scene, so to speak, of thoughts and affections; and I'm sensible of a certain doubleness by which I can stand as remote from myself as another. However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is not a part of me, but spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it; and that is no more I than it is you. When the play, it may be the tragedy, of life is over, the spectator goes his way. It was a kind of fiction, a work of the imagination only..

In the world “out there,” there are no verbs, no speech events, and no adjacency pairs. There are particles of matter moving around in certain recurrent and yet not fully predictable patterns. We interpret such experiences as and through symbolic means, including linguistic expressions. That’s what it means to be human.

To go peacefully in my sleep: that's the understandable wish of many, and I don't dispute the peaceful part. But to die and not be aware of it, not digest what's happening to you, not experience it, not glimpse the narrowed glare of the Reaper? That seems to me a stupendous deprivation and injustice. Next to being born, dying is the most important thing that ever happens to you.

....life is the work of the spirit trying to have a human experience.

Philosophy is the critically reflective, systematically articulated attempt to illumine our human experience in depth and set it in a vision of the whole.

Pushing our pain aside...diminishes our human experience.

So be lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience.

Novels are about exploring unexplored territory in the human experience or, at least, drawing new maps of old lands.

People didn't call blacks names anymore, at least not to their faces. Italians weren't wops or dagos, and there were no more kikes, Japs, chinks, or spics in polite conversation. Everybody had a group to protest and stick up for them. But women were still being called names by men. Why? Where was our group? It's not fair.

...someday..., we'll medicate human experience right out of the human experience.

Sooner or later, everybody dreams of other worlds.

Stories themselves have spirit and being, and they have a way of communicating on different levels. The story itself communicates with us regardless of what language it is told in. Of course stories are always funnier and more vivid when they are told in their original language by a good storyteller. But what I love about stories is they can survive and continue in some form or other resembling themselves regardless of how good or how bad the storyteller is, no matter what language they are told or written in. This is because the human brain favors stories or the narrative form as a primary means of organizing and relating human experience. Stories contain large amounts of valuable information even when they storyteller forgets or invents details.

There you go again, declaring the exact inverse of your experience. You human pups are so full of the things you're sure of. Sit down and listen for a change.

We can see from our human experience that battling temptation requires that we persevere in keeping faith in the Father from our own will however faltering it may be. It is only an appearance that the Lord leaves us alone; in truth He is closest to us during our greatest trials and lowest times.