Quotes About Recognition

Being number two gives you the glory of being at the top without the pressure of being number one.

Until this moment I had been a prince, expected and announced. Now I was negligible.

I looked into his good face. Not good because it was handsome, but because it was itself...

Hands, smooth and strong, reaching to touch me. I know those hands.

He is half my soul as the poets say. I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell. I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

He did not thank Medea for her aid; he scarcely looked at her. As if a demigoddess saving him at every turn was only his due.

I heard you were here." A clear voice like ice-melted streams.

The fame she had described was what all mortals yearn for. It is their only hope of immortality

I could recognize him by touch alone, smell, I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell, I would know him blind, by the way his breath came and his feet struck to earth.

There are too many of them. It's simpler if they just remember me.

Lo riconoscerei anche solo dal tocco, dal profumo; lo riconoscerei anche se fossi cieco, dal modo in cui respira, da come i suoi piedi sferzano la terra. Lo riconoscerei anche nella morte, anche alla fine del mondo.

Patroclo. —Aquiles no apretujó las sílabas de mi nombre como solía hacer la gente, que las apelotonaba todas juntas, como si quisiera liberarse del nombre. En vez de eso, hizo resonarlas todas. Pa-tro-clo.

I would know it even in madness.

Je le reconnaîtrais rien qu'au toucher, ou à son odeur, je le reconnaîtrais si j'étais aveugle, aux seuls bruits de sa respirations et de ses pas martelant le sol. Je le reconnaîtrais dans la mort, à la fin du monde.

There are too many of them,' he said. 'It's simpler if they just remember me.

I lifted my chin, so they would know I was a man of some importance. I had worn the finest tunic I could find—one of Achilles'.

And now he had bestowed the long-awaited honor upon the most unlikely of us, small and ungrateful and probably cursed.

Her eyes widened when she saw me, just like her statue's. She bowed her head. "Aunt Circe," she said. "I am glad to meet you. I am Ariadne.

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world

Ero cresciuta ai piedi di mio padre e sapevo riconoscere lo sfoggio di potere quando me lo ritrovavo davanti.

At that moment she was worth all the prizes in the center of the hall, and more. She was worth our lives.

Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark, or disguise. I told myself. I would know it even in madness.

What had Deidameia thought would happen, I wondered, when she had her women dance for me? Had she really thought I would not know him? I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came, and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.