Quotes About Recognition

what we see clearest in others is what we most avoid seeing in ourselves. Elise

You will see that when it comes to the masses, the stupider the individual, the more they want to prove it to the world.

Freedom is the recognition of contingency.

By failing to recognize that we live with severe, enduring effects of de jure segregation, we avoid confronting our constitutional obligation to reverse it.

Wie willst du das wissen?«, fragte ich sie. »Du siehst mich doch gar nicht.« »Du hast geschnaubt. Wenn du auf diese Art schnaubst, siehst du immer dämlich aus.«

Sweetheart, is that you?

Are you there, sweetheart? Do you know me?

An author, when he first appears in the world, is very apt to believe it has nothing to think of but his Performances.

If you give someone glowing praise for every little achievement, you've devalued the currency.

Before we can talk or walk, we are programmed to recognize norm violators - those whose antisocial behavior classifies them as "bad".

But the color of a Negro's skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target

I see,' she said. And when would she ever learn to stop saying 'I see' about things she didn't see at all?

what's your name?" what?" i asked, squinting at the light. your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me. you know my name." I want you to tell me." Rose. Rose Hathaway." Do you know your birthday?" Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?" Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine,

Is Adrian here?" "Who?" "Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes." She frowned. "Do you mean Jet?" "I … I'm not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?" The girl nodded sagely. "Yup. You must mean Jet.

I want your opinion.? ?That,? Adrian said, ?is not something I hear a lot.?

I?ve seen you too. Ozera. Crispin, right?? ?Christian,? corrected Lissa. ?Right.? .... ?So what brings you and Christopher here?? asked Blake. He finished a glass of something amber colored and set it down beside the new drink. ?Christian,? said Christian. .... Blake gave her puppy-dog eyes. ?But you just got here! I was hoping we could get to know each other.? It went without saying what he meant by that. ?Oh. And Kreskin too.

Anyone who takes a hit for Adrian Ivashkov deserves some credit.

Hey show some respect. They're real people with names. Carla and Krissy" He frowned. "Or was it Missy?

Well there you go. Even a psychopath recognized your worth enough to want to kill someone else first." I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Ma'am?" She glanced up at me, pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. "Hmm? Oh, I remember you. Miss Melbourne." "Melrose," I corrected. "Are you sure? I could've sworn you were named after someplace in Australia." "Well, my first name is Sydney," I said, not sure if I should be encouraging her.

The problem with having so many people call me by nicknames was that when someone called me by my actual name, it usually meant something serious was happening.

Holy crap," I said. While staring off at Rose and Dimitri, a brilliant flash had caught my eye—a flash on Rose's finger. "What's that?" I exclaimed. "Did you rob Lissa's crown jewels?

To my surprise, I recognized Dimitri Belikov-Rose's boyfriend-among those doing crowd control. He was easy to spot since he was almost always taller than everyone around him. Dhampirs look very human, and even I could admit that he was pretty good-looking. There was a rugged handsomeness to him, and even in a still photograph, I could see a fierceness as he watched the crowd.

None of you appreciate me. Why is it so hard to believe that I could make a real contribution in these dark rimes?