Best 28 quotes of Sylvia Ashton-warner on MyQuotes

A comforting acquaintance, hope, a contagious thing like spring, inebriating like lager.

As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly.

Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine, which, being balanced people, they cannot supply.

Children have two visions, the inner and the outer. Of the two the inner vision is brighter.

Education, fundamentally, is the increase of the percentage of the conscious in relation to the unconscious. It must be a developing idea.

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.

I am inclined to think that eating is a private thing and should be done alone, like other bodily functions.

I am my own Universe, I my own Professor.

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.

I never forgive attacks on my work.

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.

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?

It's just as possible to live to the full in a narrow corner as it is in bigness.

Love has the quality of informing almost everything - even one's work.

No other job in the world could possibly dispossess one so completely as this job of teaching. You could stand all day in a laundry, for instance, still in possession of your mind. But this teaching utterly obliterates you. It cuts right into your being: essentially, it takes over your spirit. It drags it out from where it would hide.

Not just part of us becomes a teacher. It engages the whole self - the woman or man, wife or husband, mother or father, the lover, scholar or artist in you as well as the teacher earning money.

Off fall the wife, the mother, the lover, the teacher, and the violent artist takes over. I am I alone. I belong to no one but myself. I mate with no one but the spirit. I own no land, have no kin, no friend or enemy. I have no road but this one.

... of the two kinds of order, the conscious and the unconscious order, only one is real. It's the order in the deep hidden places.

Self-forgetfulness in creativity can lead to self-transcendence.

There is only one answer to destructiveness and that is creativity.

There's no such thing beneath the heavens as conditions favorable to art. Art must crash through or perish.

The truth is that I am enslaved... in one vast love affair with 70 children.

To feel as well as hear what someone says requires whole attention.

We already have so much pressure towards sameness through radio, film and comic outside the school, that we can't afford to do a thing inside that is not toward individual development.

What a desire! ... to live in peace with that word: Myself.

When I teach people, I marry them.

When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

You must be true to yourself. Strong enough to be true to yourself. Brave enough to be strong enough to be true to yourself. Wise enough to be brave enough to be strong enough to shape yourself from what you actually are.