Quotes About Learning

Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a very dangerous enemy indeed. ? Anne Rice, The Witching Hour

Ah, Stefan, give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you perhaps give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a dangerous enemy indeed.

All I taught him of art, of history, of beauty, of civilization-all this was meaningless to him.

those who forget the past tend to regret the future

So maybe parenthood was meant to be educational, Robin thought—a lesson for the parents on totally other styles of being.

This was when I was still very young, of course. Back then I thought I understood nearly everything.

Next fall I'm taking his honors course in linguistic anthropology." "You think they don't teach foreign languages in San Diego?" he asked.

However different the two might be in other ways, they both had this notion that reading up on something, getting equipped for something, would put them in control.

it was all so new to her, he guessed.

these people are a family. See? They want to learn how families work and that's what they think these customers are. Get it?" "Got it," Willa said.

See this? And this? See me somersault? See me pull my wagon?" His smallness colored every act; he was conscious of a desperate need to learn to manage, to take charge of his surroundings. Waking

make her feel sort of naïve and inexperienced. He often addressed her as

That's what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you onto another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third book. It's geometrically progressive—all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment.

There are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.

I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.

I wake up thinking: What am I reading? What will I read next? I'm terrified that I'll run out, that I will read through all I want to, and be forced to learn wildflowers at last, to keep awake.

why did I have to keep learning this same thing over and over?

In working-class France, when an apprentice got hurt, or when he got tired, the experienced workers said It is the trade entering his body.

People who read are not too lazy to turn on the television; they prefer books.

I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again.

He is careful of what he reads, for this is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, as this is what he will know.

I suspect that the real moral thinkers end up, wherever they may start, in botany.

Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful; it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you.

Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading--that is a good life. A day that closely resembles every other day of the past ten or twenty years does not suggest itself as a good one. But who would not call Pasteur's life a good one, or Thomas Mann's?