3,403 Quotes About School

It's probably true that schools are the most conservative of all cultural institutions, relentlessly seeking to pass on the rules of a damaged society to the next generation.

It was a warm September day, and Ramona, neat and clean, with lunch bag in hand, half skipped, half hopped, scrunching through the dry leaves on the sidewalk.

This, she thought, was the sadness of teachers. Each semester is a contained little life - a relationship that begins, peaks, but always ends. They cycle in, cycle out, but you stay in one place. The teacher grows older, but the students never age. They are perpetually eighteen, twenty-one, lives always just on the cusp of beginning. You watch them walk off into the world, knowing you helped them become what they're becoming. You suffer the same ending again and again.

...Tom sat scowling over a pile of dilapidated books with his hand in his hair, as if his head was in danger of flying asunder with the tremendous effort he was making.

He moved uncomfortably. "Reading's too much trouble. Mr. Jennings said I was too stupid to learn anyway.""Who's Mr. Jennings?""He's the schoolmaster.""Is he?" I shook my head in disgust. "He shouldn't be. Listen, do you think you're stupid?""No." A small hesitant no. "But I read as good as Daddy does already. Why should I have to do more than that?""You don't have to. You can stay just the way you are. Of course, that would give Mr. Jennings the satisfaction of thinking he was right about you.

Morrigan smiled and took a deep breath.Last day of the autumn term.She’d made it.

The stories would lift me up,the words like a breeze beneathbutterfly wings,and take me far from the pain in my bellyand the tight knot of my heartI hope they will have stories at my school.If they don't know how,perhaps I can teach them.It isn't such a hard thing.All you must do is sayOnce there was...and let your hoping find the words.

The quiet of a school emptied for the summer is that of a hotel closed for winter, a library closed for the night, ghosts swirling through the rooms.

I look at our facesand see all the colors of the earth---brown and pink and yellow and white and black---and yet we all are sitting at the same desks,wanting to learn the same things.