Quotes About Recognition

Something happen when somebody tell you something about yourself even if you already know.

Looking? —Ah . . . no . . . —Then how you're gonna know when you found it?

This is the thing about redheads, isn't it? No matter how long you've lived with them, you're always surprised when they turn and look straight at you.

They like him better when he was the poor cousin that they can feel good for taking notice. I tell him that politician do the same thing to me when they realize me can read.

God. God. God. You know what's God's problem, the man say. I mean, Jehovah, Jesus, Yahweh, Allah, Jah, whatever bullshit you want to call him— —Don't blaspheme against His Imperial Majesty. —But the thing about God, is that he needs the fame, you know? Fine, the attention, the notice, the recognition. He said it himself, in all your ways acknowledge me. If you stop paying attention or call his name out he kinda ceases to exist. —Brethren—

Your light blacker than black. I know you.

recipients of such praise do work harder, but only initially. Once they sense the manipulation behind the appreciation, their productivity drops.

MBR: I'm not able to get as much out of your appreciation as I would like.

Everyone around you has to recognize that you're changing. Relying on other people increases the degree of difficulty exponentially.

where there is no system for honoring the avoidance of a bad decision or the cessation of bad behavior. Our performance reviews are solely based on what we've done, what numbers we've delivered, what increases we have posted against last year's results. Even the seemingly minor personal goals are couched in terms of actions we've initiated, not behavior we have stopped. We get credit for being punctual, not for stopping our lateness.

The name of a man is a numbing blow from which he never recovers.

We might say that there can be pity in its full-fledged form only where there is also mercy for self: for the self engulfed by a sense of its own utter blackness can never win through to a sufficient recognition of the sorrows of the other as other.

We are the Blisses,' Dearest said, patting her hand. 'Nothing we do surprises people anymore.

To know about God is one thing but to be "known" by Him, ah, that is the bliss of Mary. "…but if one loves God truly (with affectionate reverence, prompt obedience, and grateful recognition of His blessing), he is known by God (recognized as worthy of His intimacy and love, and he is owned by Him)." 1 Cor. 8:3 Amplified, emphasis mine

I know a "fuck off" when I hear one. So I fucked off.

Why does it look like a person?" I said, "I ask myself that sometimes." Over the comm loudspeaker, Dr. Ratthi said, "It is a person!" In the background, I heard Overse whisper, "Ratthi, get off the comm!

I had also been hit by at least four different recognition scans. These scans are usually searching for known humans or augmented humans that the station security is keeping tabs on, not random escaped SecUnits. (Random escaped SecUnits is not nearly as prevalent a problem as the entertainment feed would have you believe.)

The thing that surprised me is that nobody stared at us. Nobody even gave us a second look. The uniform, the pants, the long-sleeved T-shirt and jacket, covered all my inorganic parts. If they noticed the dataport in the back of my neck they must have thought I was an augmented human. We were just three more people making our way down the ring. It hit me that I was just as anonymous in a crowd of humans who didn't know each other as I was in my armor, in a group of other SecUnits.

I know a "fuck off" when I hear one. So I fucked off.

Somehow we feel the earth should stop spinning and acknowledge our grief.

We all have names we don't know about.

book finally took shape. The contributions of Susan Ginsburg, my agent, are incalculable and very much appreciated

When we brand things, our brains perceive them as more special and valuable than they actually are.

Jerome has merited hell rather than heaven for it-so little would I dare to recognize or call him a saint.