Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.
Sonja: Sex without love is an empty experience.
Boris: Yes, but as empty experiences go, it’s one of the best.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
Every grain of experience is food for the greedy growing soul of the artist.
Jack: What’s happening to me, Warnie? I can’t see her anymore. I can’t remember her face.
Warnie: I expect it’s shock.
Jack: I’m so afraid of never seeing her again–thinking that suffering is just suffering after all. No cause, no purpose, no pattern.
Warnie: I…I don’t know what to tell you, Jack.
Jack: Nothing, there is nothing to say. I know that now. I’ve just come up against experience, Warnie. Experience is a brutal teacher…but you learn. My God you learn.
It’s all about the journey, not the outcome.
The things we remember the best are those better forgotten.
You know more of a road by having travelled it then by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world.
Mary Richards: I’m an experienced woman. I’ve been around. Well, all right, I might not’ve been around, but I’ve been…nearby.
Holmes: You’re a doctor. In fact, you’re an army doctor.
Holmes: Any good?
Watson: Very good.
Holmes: Seen a lot of injuries, then? Violent deaths?
Holmes: Bit of trouble, too, I bet.
Watson: Of course, yes. Enough for a lifetime… far too much.
Holmes: Want to see some more?
Watson: Oh, God yes.
Obi Wan Kenobi: In my experience, there’s no such thing as luck.