Quotes About Recognition

But no mention is made of the fact that it was God they were thanking. . . .

Photography is light-writing, the language of images. Less abstract than written or spoken language, it selects images from the existing world of appearances and arranges them in patterns. The camera-eye doesn't think, it recognizes. It shows us what we already know, but don't know that we know.

I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.

what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated. do you know what it's like to work so hard to make sure everyone's happy, and to have not a single person recognize it

Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you.

If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much?

How can you spend hours every day trying in small ways to figure out who you are, then have a near-stranger give you a sentence of yourself that says it better than you ever could?

This is what we don't admit about first kisses: One of the most gratifying things about them is that they are proof, actual proof, that the other person wants to kiss us. We are desirable. We desire. Every kiss that matters contains a recognition at its core.

you ask me what I'm looking for, and I outline you. you don't recognize the shape, offer other names. you say my time will come, and I hope.

You don't know, but I'm noticing.

what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated.

New Yorkers love the bigness -- the skyscrapers, the freedom, the lights. But they also love it when they can carve out some smallness for themselves. When the guy at the corner store knows which newspaper you want. When the barista has your order ready before you open your mouth. When you start to recognize the people in your orbit, and you know that, say, if you're waiting for the subway at eight fifteen on the dot, odds are the redhead with the red umbrella is going to be there too.

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

It was strange enough to think that Norah knew who I was before I knew who she was. That she'd been in Tris's orbit without me noticing. But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.

He plants himself right there in front of Craig's mother and says, "You need to love him. I don't care who you thought he was, or who you want him to be, you need to love him exactly as he is because your son is a remarkable human being. You have to understand that." And Craig's mother whispers back, "I know. I know.

I've known this for a while, but you can know something for years without it really hitting you. Now it's hitting me.

How did you know it was me?' I have to ask. 'The way you looked at me,' she says, 'It couldn't have been anyone else.

When everybody knows you, it is easy to think that nobody will ever really know you.

We see each other, and it is enough. For today.

Terwijl Vics ouders het niet konden laten hem te zien zoals hij vroeger was, en veel vrienden en ook vreemden iemand zagen die hij niet meer wilde zijn, zag Dawn alleen hem. Misschien was het beeld wazig, maar Dawn zag alles heel helder. Zij zag duidelijk en ondubbelzinnig een persoon.

Seeing it erases any premonitions I might have had, because even if I felt something was wrong, I never would have pictured this.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing

I can tell from the glint in her eyes that she's at least an acquaintance of Dorothy.

It is too easy to be ignored in this world, so you've gotta put yourself up front if you want to be counted, and to count.