Quotes About Learning

Mother says I never practiced anything but always watched Leah, letting her make the mistakes for both of us, until I was ready to do it myself with acceptable precision. Mother is kind to me, probably because I've stayed nearer at hand than her other children. But I disagree. I made plenty of my own mistakes. I just made them on the inside.

Then again, do you have to be told every single thing about the world before you know it?

Believe this: the mistakes are part of the story

In our state—no kidding—they are called Standards of Learning, or "SOLs." (I don't think anyone intended the joke.)

Every education brings a point of reckoning, and this was his: seeing the world divided in two camps, the investigators and the sweeteners

Forgive me, Dellarobia. It's a selfish habit. I never learn anything from listening to myself.

Boys aren't a thing but just little men still learning what to aim at.

A kid is a terrible thing to be, in charge of nothing. If you get past that and grown, it's easiest to forget about the misery and pretend you knew all along what you were doing.

As long as we won't commit to knowing everything, the presumption is we know nothing.

some of the best were people that taught school.

Converstations with a mother of five are education in patience.

I'll lead you to the river of knowledge. You can catch your own damn fish.

As I planted the beans, Turtle followed me down the row digging each one up after I planted it and putting it back in the jar. "Good girl," I said. I could see a whole new era arriving in Turtle's and my life.

The trouble with learning the backgrounds is that you end up wanting to deck somebody

He reads next to nothing. It might interfere with his knowledge of the universe.

No man wants to hear he has been a fool.

But he went right back to it, trying again. He would do this over and over until he had it, and today or tomorrow he would walk. Willa remembered all this. She'd watched her kids master these first small tasks with an application of effort that seemed superhuman, but of course it only amounted to being human, a story written in genes. First they would stagger, then grow competent, and then forget the difficulty altogether while thinking of other things, and that was survival.

She loved the smell of books, the feel of books, the look of them on the shelf.

kindergarten

Only what do you know?

Maybe they pick it up at teacher school.

Indeed I do know what boys are like, especially that horrid little monster, Adele thought, but said, rather shakily, 'Yes, Emma, you are right to some extent. But occasionally children must be

chastised when they have misbehaved, and taught the difference between right and wrong. Now, where is my dressing gown?

Barbara Taylor Bradford