There is nothing in science which teaches the origin of anything at all.
Misfortunes leave wounds which bleed drop by drop even in sleep; thus little by little they train man by force and dispose him to wisdom in spite of himself. Man must learn to think ofhimself as a limited and dependent being; and only suffering teaches him this.
I think that pretty much every form of fiction (I’d include fantasy, obviously) can actually be a real escape from places where you feel bad, and from bad places. It can be a safe place you go, like going on holiday, and it can be somewhere that, while you’ve escaped, actually teaches you things you need to know when you go back, that gives you knowledge and armour and tools to change the bad place you were in. So no, they’re not escapist. They’re escape.
Science teaches you to open your eyes and appreciate the reality around you. Religion teaches you to close your eyes and cling to the fantasy within you.
Our religion teaches that anger is a great sin, even if it is "righteous".
Success teaches us nothing; only failure teaches.
In our society, daily experience teaches the individual to want and need a never-ending supply of new toys and drugs.
Things always change, and New York teaches you that.
Great is the power of habit. It teaches us to bear fatigue and to despise wounds and pain.
My religious belief teaches me to feel as safe in battle as in bed.
The mere habit of writing, of constantly keeping at it, of never giving up, ultimately teaches you how to write.
The study of science teaches young men to think, while study of the classics teaches them to express thought.
Experience teaches only the teachable.
Isn't it the unexpected that teaches us the most?
Never be put off by anything because failure teaches you something.
If your knowledge teaches you not the value of things, and frees you not from the bondage to matter, you shall never come near the throne of Truth.
I hear some guy teaches a course in diagrammatic thinking now; he's written books on it and stuff like that, and so it was kind of natural for me. Because it was a way in which words naturally fitted into something that's visual. I was always interested in doing that.
So many today are worshiping in the mountains, big churches, stone and frame buildings. But Jesus teaches that salvation is not in these stone structures-not in the mountains-not in the hills, but in God.
Traveling, I am finding, teaches you a lot of things about yourself. For instance, I never thought myself to be the kind of person who pees into a mostly empty bottle of Bluefin energy drink while driving through South Carolina at seventy-seven miles per hour - but in face I am that kind of person.
Grieving is a journey that teaches us how to love in a new way now that our loved one is no longer with us. Consciously remembering those who have died is the key that opens the hearts, that allows us to love them in new ways.