Quotes About Recognition

Sometimes just knowing that someone thinks you deserve to be heard, that your opinion has merit, means everything.

Statues to great men are made of the stones thrown at them in their lifetime.

one should always talk well about oneself! The word spreads around and in the end, noone remembers where it started

We only serve as a model to the portrait of our fame

Nobody ever gets enough appreciation when they're behaving themselves, but there's no end to hearing about it when they're not.

It was all he could do not to laugh, the lives of the vast majority of authors being far more private than they likely wished. Maybe Stephen King or John Grisham got approached in the supermarket by a quavering person extending pen and paper, but for most writers, even reliably published and actually self-supporting writers, the privacy was thunderous.

Every artists wants to be applauded

He was an abomination precisely because they saw his humanity, but degraded it and would not recognize it.

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It gave her a sense of pride and accomplishment

Bertha is not my name. You are trying to make me into someone else, calling me by another name. I know, that's obeah too.

People don't give you what you're worth - not in anything they don't. They give you what they think you're used to.

Pay no attention to what the critics say. A statue has never been erected in honor of a critic.

Pay no attention to what the critics say. A statue had never been erected in honor of a critic

Pay no attention to what the critics say; there has never been a statue set up in honour of a critic.

Pay no attention to what the critics say; no statue has ever been erected to a critic.

Los derechos humanos deberían ser la base de la comunidad internacional. Fijan las normas mínimas en virtud de las cuales hombres procedentes de horizontes diferentes pueden encontrarse, reconocerse y hablarse.

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it.

Names are still magic; even Sharon, Karen, Darren, and Warren are magic to somebody somewhere. In fairy stories, naming is knowledge. When I know your name, I can call your name, and when I call your name, you'll come to me.

All of that has been a brutal lesson to me in not overlooking or misunderstanding what is actually there, in your hands, now. We always think the thing we need to transform everything--the miracle--is elsewhere, but often it is right next to us. Sometimes it is us, ourselves.

It seems obvious, doesn't it, that someone who is ignored and overlooked will expand to the point where they have to be noticed, even if the noticing is fear and disgust.

How many of us want any of us to see us as we really are?

Death will be like that. We will be forever recognizing people we have never met.

Very often history is a means of denying the past. Denying the past is to refuse to recognise its integrity. To fit it, force it, function it, to suck out the spirit until it looks the way you think it should. We are all historians in our small way.