Quotes About Recognition

You represent them?

that allows him to be accepted as a sort of honorary member of the gang

This man on sixteen people's directories was named Alexander Gordius. To anyone lacking Woody's unique mind, the name would have looked like just another in a long list. But, to him, it seemed unlikely that someone would be named for both the creator of the Gordian knot and the man who solved it with a sword. To him it looked like a potential false identity.

the recognition of Evil, not as it was portrayed by Disney villains, but as it was in fact: ruthless and irrational, selfish above all else, convinced of its righteousness and of the beauty of disorder.

I'm no John Grisham or Thomas Pynchon

Libby hears her name wrapped in the louder sound, attenuated and distorted—"Liiiiibeeeee

When will I be canonized, sir?" "Smart-mouthing your elders will forever keep

Whether God's a Catholic, a Baptist, a Jew, a Muslim, or a quantum mechanic, He gives us compensation for our pain, compensation right here in this world, not just in those parallel to it and not just in some afterlife. Always compensation for the pain…if we recognize it when we see it.

His first work, Orchids in Winter, was the initial selection of a TV talk-show host's

There is an old saying, 'It takes one to know one.' We see in others what we like and don't like in ourselves. If we embrace these parts of ourselves we will be able to see others as they are, not as we see them through our cloud of projection.

I guessed all along that Macy was the one

I'd like to thank myself, and congratulate myself, and give myself a big pat on the back.

A man doesn't recognize his own wife. Because she's happy.

It wasn't that she expected to be known by all the bank's employees; it was just that she had been lovely once, and had never really believed that time would make her faceless.

For many minutes before she showed herself, he felt her moving around the place. He detected her presence as unmistakably as he would have sensed the shape of someone blocking the light through a window, even with his eyes closed.

People would talk about it, and I hoped I would be liked.

When I sit up here... I'm just blown away God even notices us...

Julia saw the awe on my face. She recognised it. She pouted and graced me with a small, wry smile, then dropped her eyes and turned away as if to say, yes, here I am. I am a peerless pearl who has fallen from her setting. I have rolled into the dust under a couch and been forgotten. But, if you can see past the dust and the gloom, you will see that I am still a pearl.

I know you. I've known you my whole life. I've been waiting. Waiting for you to make an appearance. Waiting all these years. I knew you in the womb.

Confidence you haven't earned always has the brightest glow.

She should have a ride named after her at Epcot, man.

People just want you to see them as they hope to be seen. And everyone wants to be seen as interesting.

Puedes tener algo a la vista durante toda tu vida, esperando que reconozcas su presencia, pero a menudo estás demasiado cerca para verlo.

You felt it in your soul, no place else. You felt the truth there sometimes—beyond logic—and you were usually right if it was a type of truth that was the exact kind you didn't want to face, weren't sure you could. That's what you tried to ignore, why you went to psychiatrists and spent too long in bars and numbed your brain in front of TV tubes—to hide from hard, ugly truths your soul recognized long before your mind caught up.