Quotes About Learning

Dios nos conduce por el eterno camino de la sabiduría, y la verdad sólo se aprende a costa de sufrirla.

Todo lo enseña, con la vejez, el tiempo.

Nagyon kézre állt, és azóta is nagyon vonzónak tartom Eco gondolkodásának a módját: a lehetÅ' legtöbb tudással a kétely állapotában lenni.

a discovery you make yourself is worth twenty thousand things that you are taught, even if it is a discovery that everyone else has made.

Don't fear suffering. The strongest steel is forged in the hottest fire. The facts are always friendly. Without a little agony, none of us would bother to learn a thing. The earth has to be tilled before the seeds can be planted.

I learned that evening that rain falls equally on all things. Jealousy, fear, and anger are obstacles to a knight's first goal: a clear mind.

It's funny—but there will be no need for insurance in heaven. None at all. And there will be so much need for poetry and songs and jokes. People will value what you've learned. It doesn't matter if you can make a living. Shakespeare will be important. You will be so valuable, William. And I will just sit there listening, realizing how I've misspent my life.

All experience is an enrichment rather than an impoverishment.

It was my first-year Latin teacher in high school who made me who made me discover I'd fallen in love with it (grammar). It took Latin to thrust me into bona fide alliance with words in their true meaning. Learning Latin fed my love for words upon words in continuation and modification, and the beautiful, sober, accretion of a sentence. I could see the achieved sentence finally standing there, as real, intact, and built to stay as the Mississippi State Capitol at the top of my street.

It's the form it takes when it comes out the other side, of course, that gives a story something unique--its life. The story, in the way it has arrived at what it is on the page, has been something learned, by dint of the story's challenge and the work that rises to meet it--a process as uncharted for the writer as if it had never been attempted before.

I learned from the age of two or three, that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or to be read to. It had been startling and disappointing for me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass.

Learning stamps you with it's moments. Childhood's learning is made up of moments. It isn't steady. It's a pulse.

PUPIL: I can count to . . . to infinity. PROFESSOR: That's not possible, miss. PUPIL: Well then, let's say to sixteen. PROFESSOR: That is enough. One must know one's limits. Count

How far the pupil will go is not the concern of the teacher and Master. Hardly has he shown him the right way when he must let him go on alone.

What's the first thing a kid says when he learns how to talk? 'Tell me a story.' That's how we understand who we are, where we come from. Stories are everything. [179]

Experience, travel - these are an education in themselves.

Learning in the moment is difficult. This difficulty occurs because many of the opportunities for learning in counselling and therapy groups are missed as group leaders do not notice what is occurring. A key challenge in group leadership is to notice the significance of what is or what is not being said in a group.

No one starts out with the answers. You figure them out as you go and you learn from the people who figured them out before you.

Each of us learns to do this, Wordsworth said, in his first experience of love, when his soul "drinks in the feelings of his Mother's eye!

Knowledge can be acquired systematically, wisdom cannot.

Young men, especially in America, write to me and ask me to recommend "a course of reading." Distrust a course of reading! People who really care for books read all of them. There is no other course.

You can cover a great deal of country in books.

One gift the fairies gave me ... the love of books, the magic key that opens the enchanted door.

Here stand my books, line upon line They reach the roof, and row by row, They speak of faded tastes of mine, And things I did, but do not, know.