Quotes About Recognition

Every kiss that matters contains a recognition at its core.

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.

most people don`t know my name, and nobody knows hat to call me in relation to you.

You are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

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." This

You didn't even know my name, I thought. You're just repeating what he said.

How much of my body is really me? My face is me, for sure. Anyone who looked at my face would know it was me.Even with my hair wet and drawn back it's me. But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? Could I identify myself that way? I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. Same with my hands. I have no idea what my back looks like. I let it define me, but I can't even define it.

There are so many things inside of her that I want to know. And at the same time, with every word we speak, I feel there may be something inside of her that I already know. When I get there, we will recognize each other. We will have that.

And the way he looks at me-it's like he's finally realized how real I am, how here I am. What I've just said isn't worth that. Which means I must be worth that.

I'm still me, and eventually he will see that.

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

This is weird. I knew it would be weird, and it is weird, and I'm telling myself that of course it's weird, but soon it will go back to being something less weird. I know I spent tonight with a girl I'd never met before. But despite that, I still felt like I knew her instantly. Because A was A. It may have been a different body, a different voice, a different size and height. But when she looked at me, it was A. When she talked to me, it was A. How I felt--it was A.

How much of my body is really me? My face is me, for sure. Anyone who looked at my face would know it was me. (...) But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? (...) I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. (...) I let it define me, but I can't even define it.

I'll see you soon. I promise." And there is, that moment, a shock of recognition. Elijah doesn't even know yet what he is recognizing. There is only the shock. The sense. That feeling of something happening that was meant to happen. Two people fitting in a space and time. For a moment.

most people don`t know my name, and nobody knows what to call me in relation to you.

Look at Van Gogh - The guy could not sell one painting and now nobody can afford them

You know who I am. --- I know your reputation. --- Then you know I am a dangerous man. --- I know you were said to be such once.

What does it mean to be ,' he thought, 'except to be known?

It's all well and good to stay in the institutions you care about, but wouldn't it be nice to feel that the institution, in turn, cared about you, or at least wasn't hell-bent on your eradication or, failing that, the legislating away of your rights?

They're hungry for something they know nothing about, but we, we know all too well that the price of fame is the loss of privacy.

Walking twenty-five miles, or even running up the stairs and back, suddenly seemed pointless, since without the steps being counted and registered, what use were they?

I wanted to be perfect," he said over dinner. "I…need to be perfect." It's such a burden to place on yourself. Say you are perfect—who's going to recognize it? Few things are like the Olympics, where judges hold up score cards. How does one paint perfectly? Or lawyer perfectly? The key is to fill the space between your skill level and perfection with charm. That said, you can't do it consciously. Charm can't be constructed that way.

February 16, 1988 Reasons to live: 1. Christmas 2. The family beach trip 3. Writing a published book 4. Seeing my name in a magazine 5. Watching C. grow bald 6. Ronnie Ruedrich 7. Seeing Amy on TV 8. Other people's books 9. Outliving my enemies 10. Being interviewed by Terry Gross on "Fresh Air

I once considered suing Farrah Fawcett for invasion of privacy. Hardly a day passed when I didn't see her on a magazine cover, an ad, a poster. She was destroying my life, but now she's OK.