A Quote by Andy Hargreaves

Educational reforms are like ripe fruit. They rarely travel well.

Andy Hargreaves

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Educational Educational Reform Fruit Like Rarely Reforms Ripe Ripe Fruit Travel Well

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Andy Hargreaves
academic
Born: February 13, 1951

To use bitter words, when kind words are at hand, Is like picking unripe fruit when the ripe fruit is there.

Thiruvalluvar

Poetry relishes ripe fruit - but ripe is one thing and overripe quite another. That's something poetry doesn't like, so it couldn't care less if I were to fall overripe to the ground.

Kiki Dimoula

Among gardeners, enthusiasm and experience rarely exist in equal measures. The beginner dreams of home-grown bouquets and baskets of ripe fruit, the veteran of many seasons has learned to expect slugs, mildew, and frost.

Roger Swain

Spooning a seasonal fruit relish onto a plate of grilled king salmon is very much my style - flavorful, straightforward, and unfussy. I also like the way fresh, ripe fruit balances the richness of the salmon.

Tom Douglas

Widows, like ripe fruit, drop easily from their perch.

Jean de la Bruyere

A thought falls like a ripe fruit from the tree of idleness.

Natalie Clifford Barney

Nothing shows one who his friends are like prosperity and ripe fruit.

Charles Dudley Warner

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

Emile Zola

The well-ordered mind knows the value, no less than the charm, of reticence. The fruit of the tree of knowledge ... falls ripe from its stem; but those who have eaten with sobriety find no need to discuss the processes of digestion.

Agnes Repplier

The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze.

John Updike

Just to travel is rather boring, but to travel with a purpose is educational and exciting.

Sargent Shriver

Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch—they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit—death-ripened. We shall all end like them—just a stain in the snow.