Experience is something you don’t get until just after you need it.
Experience is what makes you pause briefly before going ahead and making the same mistake.
Experience is the comb life gives you after you lose your hair.
Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first and the lesson afterward.
Experience is the name that everyone gives to his mistakes.
Experience is the best teacher, and considering what it cost, it should be.
There is only one thing more painful than learning from experience and that is not learning from experience.
We can teach from our experience, but we cannot teach experience.
Education is when you read the fine print. Experience is what you get if you don’t.
Anyone who has experienced a certain amount of loss in their life has empathy for those who have experienced loss.
Experience is the name every one gives his mistakes.
Experience comes in two different flavors: your own and the experience of others. Most people can learn from their own experiences quite well, but many people simply ignore the experiences and lessons of others.
I see God in every human being. When I wash the leper's wounds, I feel I am nursing the Lord himself. Is it not a beautiful experience?
Most of the most important experiences that truly educate cannot be arranged ahead of time with any precision.
Experienced investors will tell you there' s no ideal time to buy investment and, if there was, most people only recognize it with hindsight.
You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do.
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