Teacher
Quotes - What is a teacher?
“Tell
me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.”
―
Benjamin Franklin
“What
is a teacher? I'll tell you: it isn't someone who teaches something, but
someone who inspires the student to give of her best in order to discover what
she already knows.”
―
Paulo Coelho, The Witch of Portobello
“One
thing: you have to walk, and create the way by your walking; you will not find
a ready-made path. It is not so cheap, to reach to the ultimate realization of
truth. You will have to create the path by walking yourself; the path is not
ready-made, lying there and waiting for you. It is just like the sky: the birds
fly, but they don't leave any footprints. You cannot follow them; there are no
footprints left behind.”
―
Osho
“One
repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.”
―
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“With
me, illusions are bound to be shattered. I am here to shatter all illusions.
Yes, it will irritate you, it will annoy you - that's my way of functioning and
working. I will sabotage you from your very roots! Unless you are totally
destroyed as a mind, there is no hope for you.”
―
Osho
“All
depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people
taking themselves too seriously.”
At
the time Switters had disputed her assertion. Even at seventeen, he was aware
that depression could have chemical causes.
“The
key word here is roots,” Maestra had countered. “The roots of depression. For
most people, self-awareness and self-pity blossom simultaneously in early
adolescence. It's about that time that we start viewing the world as something
other than a whoop-de-doo playground, we start to experience personally how
threatening it can be, how cruel and unjust. At the very moment when we become,
for the first time, both introspective and socially conscientious, we receive
the bad news that the world, by and large, doesn't give a rat's ass. Even an
old tomato like me can recall how painful, scary, and disillusioning that
realization was. So, there's a tendency, then, to slip into rage and self-pity,
which if indulged, can fester into bouts of depression.”
“Yeah
but Maestra—”
“Don't
interrupt. Now, unless someone stronger and wiser—a friend, a parent, a
novelist, filmmaker, teacher, or musician—can josh us out of it, can elevate us
and show us how petty and pompous and monumentally useless it is to take
ourselves so seriously, then depression can become a habit, which, in tern, can
produce a neurological imprint. Are you with me? Gradually, our brain chemistry
becomes conditioned to react to negative stimuli in a particular, predictable
way. One thing'll go wrong and it'll automatically switch on its blender and
mix us that black cocktail, the ol’ doomsday daiquiri, and before we know it,
we’re soused to the gills from the inside out. Once depression has become
electrochemically integrated, it can be extremely difficult to philosophically
or psychologically override it; by then it's playing by physical rules, a whole
different ball game. That's why, Switters my dearest, every time you've shown
signs of feeling sorry for yourself, I've played my blues records really loud
or read to you from The Horse’s Mouth. And that’s why when you’ve exhibited the
slightest tendency toward self-importance, I’ve reminded you that you and me—
you and I: excuse me—may be every bit as important as the President or the pope
or the biggest prime-time icon in Hollywood, but none of us is much more than a
pimple on the ass-end of creation, so let’s not get carried away with
ourselves. Preventive medicine, boy. It’s preventive medicine.”
“But
what about self-esteem?”
“Heh!
Self-esteem is for sissies. Accept that you’re a pimple and try to keep a
lively sense of humor about it. That way lies grace—and maybe even glory.”
―
Tom Robbins, Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates
“When
the student is ready the teacher will appear. When the student is truly
ready... The teacher will Disappear.”
―
Tao Te Ching
“I
am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.
{His
teacher was the legendary philosopher Aristotle}”
―
Alexander the Great
“Experience
is the best teacher.”
―
Penelope Douglas, Bully
“Anyone
who teaches me deserves my respect, honoring and attention.”
―
Sonia Rumzi
“The
best teachers are those who show you where to look, but don't tell you what to
see.”
―
Alexandra K.Trenfor
“You
are your master. Only you have the master keys to open the inner locks.”
―
Amit Ray, Meditation: Insights and Inspirations
“I'm
not a teacher: only a fellow traveler of whom you asked the way. I pointed
ahead - ahead of myself as well as you.”
―
George Bernard Shaw
“He's
not doing anything he shouldn't be doing, right?"
"Like
what?"
"Like
hitting on you."
"Ew.
No, of course not. He doesn't see me that way."
Michael
shook his head and went back to his coffee.
"What?
You think he does?"
"Sometimes
he looks at you a little... oddly, that's all. Maybe you're right. Maybe he
just wants you for your blood."
"Again,
Ew! What's with you this morning?"
"Not
enough coffee.”
―
Rachel Caine, Ghost Town
“As
in everything, nature is the best instructor.”
―
Adolf Hitler
“Laurel,
David? Would you like to share the joke with the rest of the class?" he
asked, one hand on his skinny hip.
"No,
sir," David said. "But thank you for asking." The students
around them laughed, but Mr. james didn't look pleased. Laurel leaned back and
grinned. David, one. Teacher who wishes he was as smart as David? Zero”
―
Aprilynne Pike, Wings
“You
okay?"
"Fine."
"Your
heart's beating really fast."
"Gee,
thanks. That's very comforting that you can hear it."
He
smiled, and it was the old Michael, the one she'd first met before all the vamp
stuff.
"Yeah,
I know it is. Sorry. Just stay behind me if there's trouble."
"You
sound like Shane."
"Well,
he did say he'd kill me if I got you hurt. I'm just looking after my own
neck."
"Liar.”
―
Rachel Caine, Ghost Town
“She
can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug,
if he's not... you know, better."
"Define
BETTER with that guy."
"Not
all fangs and raaaaar.”
―
Rachel Caine, Ghost Town
