Ideologically, the pursuit of science is not that different from the ideology that goes into punk rock. The idea of challenging authority is consistent with what I have been taught as a scientist.
Everyone I put in business, I must’ve taught them something. They all have reaped the benefits of it. A lot of them haven’t done right by me, but it’s all gravy.
Karl Malden was quite a mentor. He taught me things he had learned from being in front of a camera so long.
When I was a child I loved my dolls and I was practically born with a needle in my hand. I really had an aptitude for sewing – my mother taught me. I even learned to embroider when I was very young and I made the most fantastic dresses for my dolls. So I thought I could be a designer.
I was taught from a young age that many people would treat me as a second-class citizen because I was African-American and because I was female.
Today’s children are taught by our culture that we are a cosmic accident. Something slithered out of the primal slime and over billions of years evolved into a human being. We are cousins, ten times removed, to the ape at the zoo eating his own excrement.
If football taught me anything about business, it is that you win the game one play at a time.
Brooks Ashmanskas – rehearsing and putting on a show can be very stressful and exhausting, but Brooks makes every moment a joyride. His influence taught me to never take myself or what I’m doing too seriously.
The Occupy movement did create spontaneously communities that taught people something: you can be in a supportive community of mutual aid and cooperation and develop your own health system and library and have open space for democratic discussion and participation. Communities like that are really important.
My wife, my family, my friends – they’ve all taught me things about love and what that emotion really means. In a nutshell, loving someone is about giving, not receiving.
My father was born and raised in Havana, Cuba. His family is from Spain. My father never taught me how to speak Spanish when I was little. That’s very disappointing to me. I’m still planning on learning it on my own. I really want to travel to Spain and immerse myself in the culture and learn it on my own.
My father taught me Basic and rudimentary C, I learned everything else on my own, including studying computational complexity on my own. That’s more a function of my age than anything else though – back when I was in school there were hardly any programming classes.
I taught Sandra Bullock when no one knew who she was. I talked her out of quitting. I put her in a showcase.
If you wish to appear agreeable in society, you must consent to be taught many things which you know already.
My father left his piano at the house when he left, and I wasn’t allowed to play it when he was there because I wasn’t as good as him. So when he left, I was determined to get as good as him, and I taught myself how to play music, and I just stuck with it, and I did it all the time.
I love that first-time feeling that I can’t build in myself anymore, where I can learn and emulate other filmmakers. Be it Ayan Mukherjee, Punit Mahotra, Karan Malhotra, Tarun Mansukhani or Shakun Batra, all of them have taught me something or the other.
My mother taught me how to love. My mom is the most loving person I know.
Hybridity keeps me from being rigid about most things. It has taught me to appreciate the contradictions in the world and in my life. I scavenge from the best.
Being a pageant girl taught me to be polished, poised and slap on a smile.
You don’t have to be a ‘person of influence’ to be influential. In fact, the most influential people in my life are probably not even aware of the things they’ve taught me.
You can believe that he was taught to love and respect all mankind – but to fear no man.
During one of his uncannily well-timed impromptu visits to my restaurant, Union Square Cafe, Pat Cetta taught me how to manage people. Pat was the owner of a storied New York City steakhouse called Sparks, and by that time, he was an old pro at running a fine restaurant.
Vietnam should have taught us that nationalism, with its engines of independence and self-determination, is a more powerful force by far than Marxism and must be understood and respected.
I find it both fascinating and disconcerting when I discover yet another person who believes that writing can’t be taught. Frankly, I don’t understand this point of view.
My mother had taught me that the only thing you could depend on was your faith, and I had that.
Father was bold, and Mother was cautious. They never shouted at each other but argued constantly about strategy, and they taught me very early that before taking big risks, one must carefully figure the odds.
We were taught manners and we had to do our chores – Katie and I grew up as normal kids.
Traditionalists often study what is taught, not what there is to create.
Everything that we used to think got taught at home now seemingly has to be taught in the public school system, and something is going to get lost in the process.
We shall never understand the ethical system taught by Jesus unless we realize that he was a Jew, not only by birth, but that he lived and taught as a Jew; the Sermon on the Mount was addressed to his distracted fellow nationals.
Instead of being taught independence, energy, and enterprise, our youth today is taught to look for security.
The journey of Robert the Bruce became my journey because the moral of that story – as every schoolchild is taught in Scotland – is he went into this cave and watched a spider trying to spin its web and it kept failing several times, and then it finally succeeded.
The civil rights and antiwar movements taught Americans to question authority.
I had an issue with dyslexia before they understood what dyslexia was. One of my teachers, Mrs. Anderson, taught me to look at it like a curveball. The ball breaks the same way every time. Once you get used to it, you can handle it pretty well.
As I have discovered by examining my past, I started out as a child. Coincidentally, so did my brother. My mother did not put all her eggs in one basket, so to speak: she gave me a younger brother named Russell, who taught me what was meant by ‘survival of the fittest.’
The world of knowledge takes a crazy turn when teachers themselves are taught to learn.
Being a cinematographer taught me a lot. I got to expedite the visions of many directors and learned how to navigate many styles and worlds.
I taught myself to tune in to another person’s wavelength, figure out what they were looking for, and try to project that thing back at them.
I’m still growing, still learning. I’m still open and vulnerable enough to know there’s much more to be taught to me and learned by me. I hope I don’t reach my pinnacle on this earth where I think I know it all.
My parents taught me to never give up and to always believe that my future could be whatever I dreamt it to be.
However far modern science and techniques have fallen short of their inherent possibilities, they have taught mankind at least one lesson; nothing is impossible.
I came from a poor family, so working and going to school at the same time was natural. It taught me multi-tasking, although we didn’t call it that back then. I learned I could never be idle, I need to be doing many things at once.
I’m one of those people who was taught not to ruffle any feathers. Of course, I have no problem ruffling feathers.
Dartmouth is a small school with high-caliber teaching. Our classes were all taught by professors, not teaching assistants. I felt like that was a school where I could make a big splash. The opportunities would be grander and more robust for me there than at a school with 40,000 students.
My father owned some Laundromats, and when I was 10, he had me in there making change and being an attendant. He taught me that on weekends, you had to get up and go to work. That has been a big help in acting.
You know, the way art history is taught, often there’s nothing that tells you why the painting is great. The description of a lousy painting and the description of a great painting will very much sound the same.
For a little while, my mom was a school teacher. And I went to the school that she taught.
I believed what my father taught me about the separation of church and state, so when I was President I never invited Billy Graham to have services in the White House because I didn’t think that was appropriate. He was injured a little bit, until I explained it to him.
There is a dearth of thinking skills – people are taught what to think, not how.
School taught me how to do a 9-5 job rather than be a person who wants to start a business.
I taught myself to play the guitar by listening to Paul Simon records, working it out note by note. He is an incredibly intelligent musician. He’s not someone who has a natural outpouring of melody like McCartney or Dylan, who are just terribly prolific with musical ideas.
As my parents taught me, by both words and deeds, a life of public services is as much a gift to the person who serves as it is to those he’s serving.
I taught myself how to play guitar – pretty badly, but I knew enough about music to start to figure it out.
I remember times of anxiety, ups and downs, and times of unexpected windfalls. But my parents loved what they did. And because their work was also their hobby, it taught me that work could be fulfilling.
