Sylvia Ashton-Warner
Sylvia Ashton-Warner
Sylvia Constance Ashton-Warner MBEwas a New Zealand writer, poet and educator...
NationalityNew Zealander
ProfessionEducator
Date of Birth17 December 1908
Sylvia Ashton-Warner quotes about
people marry-me teach
When I teach people, I marry them.
teaching important way
It is not so much the content of what one says as the way in which one says it. However important the thing you say, what's the good of it if not heard or, being heard, not felt?
teacher volcanoes years
I see the mind of the five-year-old as a volcano with two vents: destructiveness and creativeness.
suffering steps goodbye-love
When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.
I've got to relearn what I was supposed to have learned.
listening attention wells
To feel as well as hear what someone says requires whole attention.
creativity self transcendence
Self-forgetfulness in creativity can lead to self-transcendence ...
forgiving criticism never-forgive
I never forgive attacks on my work.
love people demand
Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine, which, being balanced people, they cannot supply.
powerful inspiration desire
Inspiration is the richest nation I know, the most powerful on earth. Sexual energy Freud calls it; the capital of desire I call it; it pays for both mental and physical expenditure.
desire desire-to-live
What a desire! ... to live in peace with that word: Myself.
self order camouflage
How much of my true self I camouflage and choke in order to commend myself to him, denying the fullness of me. How often have I paraded sweetness and interest when I felt otherwise; pretended to take careful leave of him on many an occasion when I would rather have walked right out. How I've toned myself down, diluted myself to maintain his approval.
spring comforting contagious
A comforting acquaintance, hope, a contagious thing like spring, inebriating like lager.
children cat parenting
I flung my tongue round like a cat-o'-nine-tails so that my pleasant peaceful infant room became little less than a German concentration camp as I took out on the children what life should have got.