#experience

I'm not sure the oil producers are enjoying real growth. That troubles me. For experience has shown that oil can be more of a curse than a blessing. And not only in Africa. ↗

— Paul Wolfowitz

#blessing #curse #enjoying #experience #growth

One of the best things - and something I'm grateful for every time I walk onto a film set - is my six and a half years on Dawson's Creek and the experience it afforded me in how to get comfortable with the camera. ↗

— Michelle Williams

#best #camera #comfortable #creek #dawson

When I go to my live shows it's often a multigenerational audience, a family bonding experience. ↗

— Al Yankovic

#bonding #experience #family #go #i

I was discriminated against because I was Jewish, Italian, black and Puerto Rican. But maybe the worst prejudice I experienced was against the poor. I grew up on welfare and often had to move in the middle of the night because we couldn't pay the rent. ↗

— Philip Zimbardo

#because #black #discriminated #experienced #grew

Only the person who has experienced light and darkness, war and peace, rise and fall, only that person has truly experienced life. ↗

— Stefan Zweig

#experienced #fall #life #light #only

Awareness requires a rupture with the world we take for granted; then old categories of experience are called into question and revised. ↗

— Shoshana Zuboff

#called #categories #experience #granted #into

If I ever had an out-of-body experience - I'd try to come back to a different one. ↗

— Tom Wilson

#come #different #ever #experience #had

You cannot, in human experience, rush into the light. You have to go through the twilight into the broadening day before the noon comes and the full sun is upon the landscape. ↗

— Woodrow Wilson

#broadening #cannot #comes #day #experience

We've always lived in dark times. There has always been a range of human experience from the sublime to the brutal, and stories reflect it. It's no less brutal now; each age has its horrors. ↗

— Terri Windling

#always #been #brutal #dark #each

I need to ask, are you afraid of spiders?" Nicholas blinked, suddenly caught off guard, "Yes, I'm afraid of spiders." "Were you always?" "What are you, a psychiatrist?" Pritam took a breath. He could feel Laine's eyes on him, appraising his line of questioning. "Is it possible that the trauma of losing your best friend as a child and the trauma of losing your wife as an adult and the trauma of seeing Laine's husband take his life in front of you just recently..." Pritam shrugged and raised his palms, "You see where I'm going?" Nicholas looked at Laine. She watched back. Her gray eyes missed nothing. "Sure," agreed Nicholas, standing. "And my sister's nuts, too, and we both like imagining that little white dogs are big nasty spiders because our daddy died and we never got enough cuddles." "Your father died?" asked Laine. "When?" "Who cares?" Pritam sighed. "You must see this from our point of - " "I'd love to!" snapped Nicholas. "I'd love to see it from your point of view, because mine is not that much fun! It's insane! It's insane that I see dead people, Pritam! It's insane that this," he flicked out the sardonyx necklace,"stopped me from kidnapping a little girl!" "That's what you believe," Pritam said carefully. "That's what I fucking believe!" Nicholas stabbed his finger through the air at the dead bird talisman lying slack on the coffee table. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#anger #childhood-trauma #death #defensive #grief