#apprentice

Somewhere along the line you've got to do your apprenticeship. But I'd want half a chance of being successful at it. ↗

— Alan Shearer

#apprenticeship #being #chance #got #half

The apprenticeship of difficulty is one which the greatest of men have had to serve. ↗

— Samuel Smiles

#difficulty #greatest #had #men #serve

It is the artist who realizes that there is a supreme force above him and works gladly away as a small apprentice under God's heaven. ↗

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

#apprentice #artist #away #force #gladly

You know, Gilan, sarcasm isn't the lowest form of wit. It's not even wit at all." -Halt ↗

— John Flanagan

#sarcasm #wit

Why not ask yourself whether your other dreams are real? You go on trips and undergo the strangest experiences every night. How do you know they only take place in your mind? ↗

— Walter Moers

#walter-moers #dreams

Always two there are, a master and an apprentice. ↗

— Frank Oz

#apprentice #master #two

The first function of an art student is to observe, to study nature. ↗

— Kimon Nicolaides

#art-student #draw #drawing #art

Gundar seemed to come to a decision. "Well, as my old mam used to say, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck and walks like a duck, it's probably a duck." "Very wise," Halt said. "And what exactly do your mother's words of wisdom have to do with this situation?" Gundar shrugged. "It looks like a channel. It's the right place for a channel. If I were digging one, this is where I'd dig a channel. So. . ." "So it's probably the channel?" Selethen said. Gundar grinned at him. "Either that or it's a duck. ↗

— John Flanagan

#rangers-apprentice #sayings #funny

I am just an apprentice. ↗

— Frederik, Crown Prince of Denmark

#apprentice #i #i am #just

Sirrah, my companion chooses to engage you in knightly combat!" Halt said. The horseman stiffened, sitting upright in his saddle. Halt noticed that he nearly lost his balance at this unexpected piece of news. Nightly cermbat?" he replied, "Yewer cermpenion ers no knight!" Halt nodded hugely, making sure the man could see the gesture. Oh yes he is!" he called back. "He is Sir Horace of the Order of the Feuille du Chene." He paused and muttered to himself, "Or should that have been Crepe du Chene? Never mind." What did you tell him?" Horace asked, slinging his buckler around from where it hung at his back and setting it on his left arm. I said you were Sir Horace of the Order of the Oakleaf." Halt said to him, then added uncertainly, "At least, I think that's what I told him. I may have said you were of the Order of the Oak Pancake. ↗

— John Flanagan

#balance