Quotes About Recognition

And who does not want their love authenticated?

Quarafon; le Vicaire-Général; el Alcalde; el viejo Seigneur; el Idiota de los Salones. Todos estos títulos fueron adquiridos por un hombre que se mostraba indiferente a los tratamientos honoríficos. «Los honores deshonran; el título degrada; el cargo embrutece.»

I think that in life you have to discover what you're good at, recognise what you can't do, decide what you want, aim for it, and try not to regret things afterwards.

People never outgrow wanting to be liked for being who they truly are, especially when they've grown up in the limelight or its shadowy edge.

Because he spoke to her the way no one else had ever spoken to her, which meant he saw her in a way no one else saw her.

the brightening he detected in the room around him might just be the whites of dozens of eyes as they widened [upon him]

Should I apologize for my species for trotting out the same compliment again and again? Isn't it better than having none at all? When you hear the same one again and again, it's difficult not to come to the conclusion that it's the only thing of note about one's person.

They regarded each other somberly, making internal adjustments to accommodate the mere glorious fact of each other.

She did draw and paint and did both diligently, but possessed modest talent. She didn't mind. Her gift and passion lay in the observation and recognition of talent and beauty, whether it was found in the work of an Italian master or the profile of a viscount-to-be.

MOSTLY, they were ashamed of us.

Up there I'm just passing as me.

and we both know how beautiful the book will be, how clearly it will speak to something within us—some previously unarticulated thought or reflection that, once recognized, we will never want to be without again.

Mistress Blackthorn? Fool. Who else would it be?

Un genio conversa con otro genio cara a cara, lo que no solo supone una alegría recíproca, sino también una dicha para el universo entero. Esa alegría existe y el universo existe también. El día que los genios no se reconozcan unos a otros, el mundo se oscurecerá y la Tierra dejará de dar vueltas sobre su eje

Few of her achievements have been recognised, and when they are, the credit is invariably given to the men serving her. This is largely due to a basic handicap: that she was a woman and could only rule in the name of her sons ... In terms of groundbreaking achievements, political sincerity and personal courage, Empress Dowager Cixi set a standard that has barely been matched.

Few of her achievements have been recognised and, when they are, the credit is invariably given to the men serving her. This is largely due to a basic handicap: that she was a woman and could only rule in the name of her sons-so her precise role has been little known.

If I made nothing of it, then surely no one else would either. ... To accustom others to my face was the best short cut to getting used to it myself.

Being a clown would be all right, but I did not want to be a clown unaware that he was one.

Yet, it was not I who should feel ashamed. If there was anyone who should suffer, was it not rather the world that had buried me alive, that made no attempt to recognize a man's personality without the passport of the face?

discover what could make you famous, and then proclaim that it already has.

Philo believed that when we caught a glimpse of the Logos in creation and the Torah, we were taken beyond the reach of discursive reason to a rapturous recognition that God was 'higher than a way of thinking, more precious than anything that is merely thought'.

When people are consistently treated with the utmost respect, they learn to feel worthy of reverence; they realize that they have absolute value. So

we sometimes fail to recognize the signs of poverty, loneliness, grief, fear, and desolation in our own city, our own village, or our own family.

If I know a song of Africa,—I thought,—of the Giraffe, and the African new moon lying on her back, of the ploughs in the fields, and the sweaty faces of the coffee-pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Would the air over the plain quiver with a colour that I had had on, or the children invent a game in which my name was, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or would the eagles of Ngong look out for me? I