Quotes About Education

how you going to find out about things if you don't ask questions?

You do you have to be curious about a lot; you have to read your newspapers. If you know too much... that's dangerous.

The other men were easy to talk to, but they didn't know anything. If one stopped to think about it, it was depressing how little most men learned in their lifetimes.

Five of 'em were teachers," Billy said. "They had to protect their kids. How could they not be armed? It's as if someone has been taking away their guns.

Kevin, yours won so many arguments that she was made a teacher

I can help your world, Louis. Your people know little about sex. Which statement Louis prudently let slide.

Renegó como nunca de sus maestros y de su mamá por no haberle dicho en ninguna ocasión lo que se tenía que hacer en un parto. De qué le servía en ese momento saber los nombres de los planetas y el manual de Carreño de pe a pa si su hermana estaba a punto de morir y ella no podía ayudarla.

Down a long road through the woods a little boy trudged to school, with his big brother Royal and his two sisters, Eliza Jane and Alice. Royal was thirteen years old, Eliza Jane was twelve, and Alice was ten. Almanzo was the youngest of all, and this was his first going-to-school, because he was not quite nine years old.

She could not think what it would be to teach school twelve miles away from home, along among strangers. The less she thought of it the better, for she must go, and she must meet whatever happened as it came. Now Mary can have everting she needs, and she can come home this next summer, she said. Oh, Pa, do you think I - I can teach school? I do, Laura, said Pa. I am sure of it.

This year the teacher was a slim, pale young man. His name was Mr. Corse. He was gentle and patient, and never whipped little boys because they forgot how to spell a word. Almanzo

An English speaker who has never studied French already knows around 15,000 French words!

Going to college don't make you from somewhere, any more than a cat born in an over can call itself a biscuit.

You're a big help, Mr. I Read So Many Books.

Cooking — that is, the actual mixing, measuring, boiling, and baking — was taught under the heading Laboratory Practice.

You know, we should make a note of all the mean things Elisa says to us in Italian. That way, we'll learn all the best swearwords.

Amy read Ovid and Virgil and Aristophanes and Homer. She read dry histories and scandalous love poetry (her governesses, who had little Latin and less Greek, naïvely assumed that anything in a classical tongue must be respectable), but mostly she returned again and again to The Odyssey. Odysseus had fought to go home, and so would Amy.

This was Hist and Lit, after all. If you couldn't work the term liminal into your tutorial, you were doing it wrong.

But desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it. The

Heat is in proportion to the want of true knowledge.

I love the process of learning a thing. It's doing a thing I find so boring.

The same boys who got detention in elementary school for beating the crap out of people are now rewarded for it. They call it football.

wats yr typ? people who can spell

I flip ahead in the textbook. There's an interesting chapter about acid rain. Nothing about sex. We aren't scheduled to learn about that until eleventh grade.

The school board banned one of Maya Angelou's books, so the librarian had to take down her poster. I fished it out of the trash. She must be a great writer if the school board is scared of her.