Quotes About Recognition

She saw Walter Starr, looking as if he were sure he was unwelcome. "Why, Walter!" she whispered, and hurried to meet him. He put out his hand, looking frightened, and said, "Mrs. Follet, I just couldn't ever…

When grief and shock surpass endurance there occur phases of exhaustion, of anesthesia in which relatively little is left and one has the illusion of recognizing, and understanding, a good deal.

I naturally think that my desire is mine, is of me, that I am it's subject and I know what I want. But so to think is not to see that desire is making me. The me is a highly mutable construct, radically dependent on the desires of others. The failure to recognize is not a mistake about something of which the 'me' might be conscious, but is a failure to rest peaceably on what made it possible for there to be a conscious "me" at all.

No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks.

Anche l'uomo, insomma, come tutto il movimento della natura, spalanca gli occhi al presente, si apre al presente; riconosce, cioè accetta,

The People crossed themselves. They knew a Jesus reference when they heard it.

Nothing would disgust me more, morally, than receiving an Oscar.

It's hard and sometimes it's scary. It still amazes my mother. I went home for Christmas one year and there were fans all over the front lawn, hoping to see me.

When you're in Los Angeles, nobody bats an eye, they're so used to seeing actors, they just act really cool.

This is the inevitable consequence of a popular movie: you become the guy who wrote "the book that inspired the movie." Frankly speaking, I find it a bit insulting.

Medals hang from his neck in a glittering array, like jewelry, like starts that will now go out because their sun no longer burns.

hope is 'that virtue by which we take responsibility for the future.' ...hope is our positive orientation toward the future, a future in which we simultaneously recognize difficulty, responsibility, and delight. Hope is not relative to the present situation, nor is it dependent upon a specific outcome... Hope is not an antidote to despair, or a sidestepping of difficulty, but a companion to all these things.

because she couldn't write the name of what she was: a wa wam owm owamn womn

The people of the town, though, remained strangers: I could not realize that I must be seeing some of them over and over again, it was as though each passed through only once, as though there were always new strangers coming here. And I felt so much a stranger myself that when, as rarely happened, I crossed the path of someone who knew me, and who spoke to me, I was startled and could hardly answer.

I'm really in no danger of being perceived as a famous movie actor!

You keep seeing your picture on posters that you are missing but you're not. That'd be weird, right? Or say you look down at the sidewalk and earthworms are spelling your name. Or you open a peanut bag and the 'hello' is written in your writing on the inside of the shell. Would that weird ya?

America has not always been kind to its artists and scholars. Somehow the scientists always seem to get the penthouse while the arts and humanities get the basement.

History has a way of forgetting the mistresses of great men. Even if they have talent.

In a letter, she wrote that nursing would need to remain a profession of quiet and unthanked service, not an endeavor where employees would expect accolades or public recognition.

What was her disguise? For once, she [Verity] did not know. She was the female Mr. Twaddle-Thum dressed as a clerk pretending to be a reporter. If any of the staff recognized her as Robert Lark, none of them indicated it by look or deed.

I would still be inclined to argue that you are underestimating the value of Twaddle's good name, for it is all that he has. As you yourself just pointed out, he is nothing but a name.

SECRET #4 Something can stare you in the face and you still can't see it. Better take another gander.

Not until the twenty-first century did the British government finally acknowledge officially that the Poles had indeed played a role in breaking Enigma. On July 12, 2001, a monument commemorating their contribution was installed on the grounds of Bletchley Park, Even so, it hardly did justice to the seminal nature of their work.

To this day historians of the Resistance persist in the belief that no women led Resistance networks, blatantly ignoring the work of Marie-Madeleine Fourcade," the British historian J. E. Smyth noted in 2014.