Learning To Read Quotes

“She wrote me a letter (Joan,1941) asking,"How can I read it?,Its so hard." I told her to start at the beginning and read as far as you can get until you're lost. Then start again at the beginning and keep working through until you can understand the whole book. And thats what she did”
― Richard P. Feynman

“The bunny was thrilled that her ears no longer dragged on the ground. They would stay nice and clean.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Don’t be afraid,” the fox said, “I would never hurt you.” She smiled sweetly but the bunny was still a little scared.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Finally, the fox gently pulled both ear loops outward at the same time to make a pretty bow on top of the bunny’s head. The tips of her ears, hung just at her cheek bones.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“There are lots of different kinds of bows and Cleo loves them all.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Here’s a story that helps her tie the “bunny ear bow” exactly the same way every time.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Birdy sang out, “It’s true. She’s a friendly fox.” The deer chimed in, “She’s helped us all in some way.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Great Job! Now you have a bow just like Cleo.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Follow along at home to tie a bow just like the fox. Go find a scarf or ribbon that will fit around your waist or try these moves with your shoe laces.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Self learner; reading.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“Vowels were something else. He didn't like them, and they didn't like him. There were only five of them, but they seemed to be everywhere. Why, you could go through twenty words without bumping into some of the shyer consonants, but it seemed as if you couldn't tiptoe past a syllable without waking up a vowel. Consonants, you knew pretty much where they stood, but you could never trust a vowel. To the old pitcher, they were like his own best knuckle ball come back to haunt him. In, out, up, down - not even the pitcher, much much less the batter, knew which way it would break. He kept swinging and missing.”
― Jerry Spinelli

“Books are more to treasure than cars.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“The world of fantasy presents a conceptually perfect holding environment who are just leaving the more concrete stages of cognitive processing.... as fluent comprehending readers learn to enter into the lives of imagined heroes and heroines, along the Mississippi or through a wardrobe portal.”
― Maryanne Wolf, Proust and the Squid: The Story and Science of the Reading Brain

“Desire for books, desire to read.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“I'd hoped for someone who was remarkably intelligent, but disadvantaged by home circumstance, someone who only needed an hour's extra tuition a week to become some kind of working-class prodigy. I wanted my hour a week to make the difference between a future addicted to heroin and a future studying English at Oxford. That was the sort of kid I wanted, and instead they'd given me someone whose chief interest was in eating fruit. I mean, what did he need to read for? There's an international symbol for the gents' toilets, and he could always get his mother to tell him what was on television.”
― Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down

“The church trembled and the hail hammered the roof, but his words glided in the air, joyful and bright like the birds at the cliffs. They floated freely around one another without colliding and the wind carried them high up into heaven.”
― Fridik Erlings

“... I toiled over the sentences; Rhysand is interesting; Rhysand is gorgeous; Rhysand is flawless- and raised and lowered my mental shields until my mind was limping.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Copy these sentences,' he drawled from across the table, handing me a piece of paper.

I looked at them and read perfectly.

'Rhysand is a spectacular person. Rhysand is the centre of my world. Rhysand is the best lover a female can ever dream of.' I set down the paper, wrote out the three sentences, and handed it to him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Desire to seek, desire to learn.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“However, our culture's emphasis on the importance of reading to children creates the impression that it plays the same role in learning to read as speaking to children plays in their learning to talk.
That's not correct. Whereas talking with children guarantees that they will learn to speak (in the absence of pathological interference), reading to children does not guarantee that they will learn to read. In short, reading to children is not the same as teaching children to read. I emphasize this point because the mantra about reading to children makes it seem that this is all that is required. A child who has difficulty learning to read therefore has not been read to enough. Among the first questions that will be asked of the parents of a childe who is struggling is whether they read to the child and if there are books in the home. Reading to children is important but not sufficient; children benefit from it, some quite a lot, but it neither obviates the role of instruction nor vaccinates against dyslexia. Children who are read to until the cow jumps over the moon can still have difficulty becoming readers.”
― Mark Seidenberg, Language at the Speed of Sight

“Learning to read happens once and once only for most of us, and for the vast majority of adults in first-world countries it happened a long time ago. You have to dig deep, deep down into the bog of the almost lost, and then carry what you have found carefully to the surface, and then you have to find the words and images to describe what you see on your spade.”
― Nick Hornby, Shakespeare Wrote for Money

“Young people want, need, and like to read books that have meaning for them, and that when such books are put within easy reach they will sooner or later figure out, without being taught and with only minimal outside help, how to read them.”
― John Holt, Learning All the Time

“Enjoy the adventure of reading and learn new things! Use your imagination, read books of interest, and explore new ideas.”
― Theresa Lynn, Let's Tour The World: A Globe Adventure

“Traditional training programmes can be a hit or a miss. A miss could arguably be attributed to their generic format of delivery or lack of consideration of the professional needs of an individual or an organisation. Line managers need to scrutinise business needs versus experience, knowledge or skill gaps to invest in relevant capacity enhancement for their human capital for concrete results.

Many excellent professionals work outside their fields of study because of :
- Learning on the job or through cross functional circuit stints
- Mentorship from seasoned professionals
- Relevant continuous professional development
- Participating in simulated learning environment”
― Victor Manan Nyambala

“I know my alphabet,' I said sharply as he laid a piece of paper in front of me. 'I'm not that stupid.' I twisted my fingers in my lap, then pinned my restless hands under my thighs.

'I didn't say you were stupid,' he said. 'I'm just trying to determine where we should begin.' I leaned back in the cushioned seat. 'Since you've refused to tell me a thing about how much you know.'

My face warmed. 'Can't you hire a tutor?'

He lifted a brow. 'Is it that hard for you to even try in front of me?'

'You're a High Lord- don't you have better things to do?'

'Of course. But none as enjoyable as seeing you squirm.'

'You're a real bastard, you know that?'

Rhys huffed a laugh. 'I've been called worse. In fact, I think you've called me worse.' He tapped the paper in front of him. 'Read that.'

A blur of letters. My throat tightened. 'I can't.'

'Try.'

The sentence had been written in elegant, concise print. His writing, no doubt. I tried to open my mouth, but my spine locked. 'What exactly, is your stake in all this? You said you'd tell me if I worked with you.'

'I didn't specify when I'd tell you.' I peeled back from him as my lip curled. He shrugged. 'Maybe I resent the idea of you letting those sycophants and war-mongering fools in the Spring Court make you feel inadequate. Maybe I indeed enjoy seeing you squirm. Or maybe-'

'I get it.'

He snorted. 'Try to read it, Feyre.'

Prick. I snatched the paper to me, nearly ripping it in half in the process. I looked at the first word, sounding it out in my head. 'Y-you...' The next I figured out with a combination of my silent pronunciation and logic. 'Look...'

'Good,' he murmured.

'I didn't ask for your approval.'

Rhys chuckled.

'Ab... absolutely.' It took me longer than I wanted to admit to figure that out. The next word was even worse. 'De... Del...'

I deigned to glance at him, brows raised.

'Delicious,' he purred.

My brows knotted. I read the next two words, then whipped my face toward him. 'You look absolutely delicious today, Feyre?! That's what you wrote?'

He leaned back in his seat. As our eyes met, sharp claws caressed my mind and his voice whispered inside my head. It's true, isn't it?

I jolted back, my chair groaning. 'Stop that!'

But those claws now dug in- and my entire body, my heart, my lungs, my blood yielded to his grip, utterly at his command as he said, The fashion of the Night Court suits you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Start copying the alphabet. Until your letters are perfect. And every time you get through a round, lower and raise your shield. Until that is second nature. I'll be back in an hour.'

'What?'

'Copy. The. Alphabet. Until-'

'I heard what you said.' Prick. Prick, prick, prick.

'Then get to work,' Rhys uncoiled to his feet. 'And at least have the decency to only call me a prick when you shields are back up.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“The only evidence I had at all that Rhys remained on the premises were the blank copies of the alphabet, along with several sentences I was to write every day, swapping out words, each one more obnoxious that the last.

Rhys is the most handsome High Lord.
Rhys is the most delightful High Lord.
Rhys is the most cunning High Lord.

Every day, one miserable sentence- with one changing word of varying arrogance and vanity. And every day, another simple set of instructions: shield up, shield down, shield up, shield down. Over and over and over.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I'd taken to situating myself in one of the little lounges overlooking the mountains, and had almost read an entire book in the deep-cushioned armchair, going slowly as I learned new words. But it had filled my time- given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less... alone.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Nesta scanned the shelves while we walked, and I read the titles- a bit more slowly, still needing a little time to process what was instinct for my sister.

'I didn't know you couldn't really read,' Nesta said as she paused before a nondescript section, noticing the way I silently sounded out the words of a title. 'I didn't know where you were in your lessons- when it all happened. I assumed you could read as easily as us.'

'Well, I couldn't.'

'Why didn't you ask us to teach you?'

I trailed a finger over the neat row of spines. 'Because I doubted you would agree to help.'

Nesta stiffened like I'd hit her, coldness blooming in those eyes. She tugged a book from a shelf. 'Amren said Rhysand taught you to read.'

My cheeks heated. 'He did.' And there, deep beneath the world, with only darkness for company, I asked, 'Why do you push everyone away but Elain?' Why have you always pushed me away?

Some emotion guttered in her eyes. Her throat bobbed. Nesta shut her eyes for a moment, breathing in sharply. 'Because-'

The words stopped.

I felt it at the same moment she did.

The ripple and tremor. Like... like some piece of the world shifted, like some off-kilter chord had been plucked.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“First, what makes up an alphabet and what separates it from the vestiges of a previous syllabary, or logosyllabary?

Responses to that question prepare us to explore the second, larger question: are there significant intellectual resources unique to the alphabet-reading brain?”
― Maryanne Wolf, Proust and the Squid: The Story and Science of the Reading Brain