She had never imagined that the kiss would be so brief and desperate and wild. Or that it would taste of holy water. Holy water and blood.
Teaching is mostly listening, and learning is mostly telling.
There's a radical - and wonderful - new idea here. . . that all children could and should be inventors of their own theories, critics of other people's ideas, analyzers of evidence, and makers of their own personal marks on the world. Its an idea with revolutionary implications. If we take it seriously.
Good schools, like good societies and good families, celebrate and cherish diversity.
A passion for learning. . . isn't something you have to inspire with; it's something you have to keep from extinguishing.
It's the curiosity that drives me. It's making a difference in the world that prevents me from ever giving up.
Only secretly rebellious teachers have ever done right by our least advantaged kids.
I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
Light means nothing to a blind man.
One of the surest evidences of friendship that one individual can display to another is telling him gently of a fault. If any other can excel it, it is listening to such a disclosure with gratitude, and amending the error.
Jesus has many who love the kingdom of God, but few who bear a cross. He has many who desire His comfort, but few who desire His suffering. All want to rejoice with him, but few are willing to suffer for Him. He writes; there are many who admire his miracles, but there are few who follow in the humiliation of the cross.