Quotes About Learning

Now she watched Nat as a small child watches a teacher from whom it must at all costs learn. He took to himself each day as it came with childlike trustfulness, and so did she. He never complained, and neither did she. He took every misfortune with a grin, and so did she. He took upon himself all the hardest and most unpleasant duties as a matter of mere routine, and she tried to do the same

One thing however, Nat did for him. He taught him carpentry. He learned to distinguish between the different kinds of wood, to love them and understand their ways. Realizing that the boy had great skill with his hands Nat gave him a few tools for his own and taught him wood carving.... First the books and then the wood. Each was a milestone for him on the way through.

But she learned in two hours what most girls of her age would only have learned in two weeks, for she was without fear, and after each tumble she was up again, dizzy and bruised yet laughing, and back in the saddle almost before Sir Benjamin had time to draw rein.

Mathematicians need to understand a problem only for themselves; math teachers need both to know the math and to know how 30 different minds might understand (or misunderstand) it. Then they need to take each mind from not getting it to mastery. And they need to do this in 45 minutes or less.

The greatest gift is a passion for reading.

Books give not wisdom where none was before. But where some is, there reading makes it more.

A child lies like a grey pebble on the shore until a certain teacher picks him up and dips him in water, and suddenly you see all the colours and patterns in the dull stone, and it's marvelous for the stone and marvelous for the teacher.

A child lies like a grey pebble on the shore until a certain teacher picks him up and dips him in water, and suddenly you see all the colours and patterns in the dull stone, and it's marvellous for the stone and marvellous for the teacher.

So how did you get to be so wise?" It seemed she might not answer his question, but she did. "I read, she smiled, and he chuckled. Small-town honesty. He could recognize it a mile away. Small-town honesty, and big city drive.

The mistakes don't matter," he informed her one night after she stumbled over a station ID and apologized on air. "It's the recovery that counts." If she had a nickel for every one of his smiles, she'd have ten cents. She nodded sheepishly, preferring Harry's way of phrasing the same point. "I learned that a mistake is just something you go on from." Harry's advice gave her a route to follow, a path forward. Somehow Eddy managed to exchange one form of stress for another.

One afternoon Washoe used ASL to ask him his name. Then she made up a sign for Bob: the index and middle fingers rubbed along the right eyebrow. Ingersoll liked it and taught the younger chimps to sign his name the same way.

When I started doing movies, every crew member was older than me.

In a way, an autobiography seems to me like a household book of accounts – what has been acquired, to what purpose has it been put, was too much paid for it and did it teach you anything? How much has been learned by experience? Have I discovered where I am useful and useless, how I am nourished and starved?

Ich musste gerade an Miss Milliment denken, die oft von einem Spruch aus ihrer Kindheit erzählt hat. 'Sei gut, liebes Mädchen, Klugheit lass die andren lernen.' Das hat sie immer richtig wütend gemacht. Sie hat gesagt, schon mit zehn wollte ihr nicht einleuchten, warum Gutsein ein Ersatz für Klugheit sein sollte. Aber es könnte ein Ersatz fürs Glücklichsein sein, oder?

Was ich möchte, ist, jede Menge Erfahrungen zu sammeln. Weißt du, zu Hause geht das nicht mehr. Ich meine, so gut wie alles, was ich neu lerne, steht in einem Buch, was schon interessant ist, aber nicht dasselbe, denn wenn mir diese Sachen passieren würden, würde ich sie vielleicht ganz anders erleben.

It was funny how with grown-ups you had to say the same things again and again. Perhaps that was why babies were born with such big heads: the head stayed the same and the person got larger, but it meant that there was the same amount of room in your brain to remember things, so the longer you lived, the more you forgot.

Quanto impariamo dagli errori? Dipende da quanto siamo disposti ad imparare.

I remembered how it had been first learning to read, how the squiggles of print finally organized themselves slowly and painfully into words, then pieced together into sentences with meaning. Now, for the first time, the squiggles were releasing actual worlds... All of them surfacing from the page so real that when I finally closed my eyes, I was amazed their lives didn't continue around me. A whole world somehow tucked back into the book, waiting for me to set it free.

is a gift to be able to make mistakes, find solutions, and move forward in life—a gift not to be wasted.

He met her eyes and said, 'I mean—some things we've learnt might not make any kind of sense according to what we're used to seeing as sense, but they might work with the bits and pieces of knowledge we have.

I must somehow settle my debt to the world, which I have loved, disregarding what I have learned of its Master's fastidious wastefulness.

useful mnemonic for remembering the geologic periods of the last half-billion years is: Camels Often Sit Down Carefully, Perhaps Their Joints Creak (Cambrian-Ordovician-Silurian-Devonian-Carboniferous-Permian-Triassic-Jurassic-Cretaceous). The mnemonic unfortunately runs out before the most recent periods: the Paleogene, the Neogene, and the current Quaternary.

I wondered why she craved this knowledge and found myself remembering that she was, after all, an anthropologist.

All events are blessings given to us to learn from.