Quotes About Recognition

There's probably a ton of yellow, but you didn't see it because you were looking for red.

Deep emotional response to music typically arises as a product of the most intense musical perception. It is generally in virtue of the recognition of emotions expressed in music, or of the emotion-laden gestures embodied in musical movement, that an emotional reaction occurs.

So, Rosalind became a symbol, first of an argumentative swot, then of a downtrodden woman scientist, and finally of a triumphant heroine in a man's world. She was none of these things and would have hated all of them. She was simply a very good scientist with an ambition, as she told Colin from her hospital bed, to be a Fellow of the Royal Society before she was 40. But she died at thirty-seven.

Well, I knew I wanted to be an actor, and I didn't necessarily need or want to be famous or a celebrity actor.

It is incredible how far women have come and women in sports have come.

Daniel swept Ainsley into a strong hug. "I knew you'd come back. Didn't I say so? Dad!" he bellowed up the stairs as he set Ainsley on her feet. "It's Ainsley!" "He knows, lad". Mac laughed. "I think the whole county knows.

Illegitimate children can be left money, but they can't inherit the peerage." "You wouldn't want it," Cameron put in. "More trouble than it's worth. And for God's sake, don't murder Hart or I'm next.

But his words fall away. He looks confused. He looks flustered and sorry. Like you do when you run up to someone you think you know and take her arm and she turns around and you were wrong.

In the end, at least, I got what I wanted - a stage to stand on, an audience to applaud. For all of Paris watches me now. They talk of nothing else. In the Assembly, in the coffeehouses, in the laundries and factories and market stalls, they talk of the fireworks. The broadsheets are full of my doings, every one. No player has ever managed that, not even the great Talma himself. But there is only one in the audience I care about now. Only one.

Tiffany, this is Officer After, who arrested you. Officer After, this is Tiffany Hart, who doesn't remember you.

Mr. Rush said to Drew, "I think I see what the matter is. You were the youngest child. The irresponsible black sheep of the Morrow Mafia. Now, without warning, you're Jan Brady." "Who?" Drew asked. "The middle child from The Brady Bunch," I said. "The pretty one?" Drew asked. "No," Mr. Rush and I said together.

Power is like that; everyone feels it at once.

Doesn't having been a model make you a little . . . visible?' 'Not at all,' I said. 'Exactly the opposite. People who've known me for years stare at me like they've never seen me before.' The smile was hurting my face.

We're paying him an awful lot of money to tell us we're wonderful. And then, as if another voice had interposed itself, Nice work if you can get it.

and spoken my name for the first time.

Driving east into the bright sun, he'd been dogged by a creeping sense of déjà vu, but it wasn't until Kath called to Aidan—Help Father with the cooler!—that he recognized the scene from his own childhood. How strange, how disorienting, to find himself in the man's seat, driving, when in his mind he was still the little boy.

prestige, and possessions are the three things that prevent us from recognizing and receiving the reign of God. . . .

Ever since grammar school, I knew I wanted to be famous - I always wanted to be a singer.

Papa, look," I said, waving the prize handkerchief in the air. "I won! I won first prize!" "Hmmph," he said, sounding unimpressed. "I'll be sure to have you stitch some flowers on the forehead of my next patient.

You know that just because you ignore something, that doesn't make it go away.

Devon put an arm around me and curled his lips into an expression I recognized as Smirk Number One: sarcastic with a touch of I-couldn't-care-less. "Why, Bryn," he said with a hint of Scarlett O-Hara in his voice, "I do believe he's given her your pen." Devon's words freed up my mouth, which—true to form—spoke without consulting my brain. "Well, get Freud on the phone. He'll have a field day with this one.

It's not a ridiculous idea." Sloane stood up. Her voice trembled. "You just can't see it. You don't understand it. But just because you don't understand something doesn't mean you get to ignore it. You can't just pretend the pattern doesn't exist and hope it goes away." -Sloane

I'd spent my whole human life not making waves, hiding what I was, trying not to be noticed. Until now.

There was something intense in those words, in the expression on his face—like the boy who'd learned to see the world saw me.