Quotes About Recognition

Quotation is the highest compliment you can pay to an author.

Cómo no lo había conocido antes?, le pregunté, y él contestó con la humildad del que dice la verdad: porque eras una burguesita de lo más chinche

Being Number Two Sucks.

I know there are few children in the world who could have seen that ball, let alone hit it. But I take no pride in my reflexes, and I get no credit. It's what I'm supposed to do. Every hit is expected, every miss a crisis.

In the middle of the tournament I turn eighteen. The tournament director rolls a cake out to center court, and everyone sings. I've never liked birthdays. No one ever took note of my birthday when I was growing up. But this feels different. I'm legal, everyone keeps saying. In the eyes of the law, you're a grown-up. Then the law is an ass.

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.

Everything's already been said, but since nobody was listening, we have to start again.

Non credo rivedrà mai più la sua amica Laura. E se mai la rivedrà non penso che sarà in grado di riconoscerla" "Ma lei è riuscito a capire se era almeno felice?" "Felice? Non saprei, forse non è la parola giusta. Era... in armonia, ecco. In armonia con se stessa. E col mondo

The tragedy is that women so committed to survival cannot recognize that they are committing suicide.

Consider one study that estimates a mom simultaneously and often single-handedly performs as many as seventeen occupations in the course of raising a child, from child-rearing, cooking, cleaning, chauffeuring, and financial planning to resolving family emotional problems (not to mention often doing part-time paid work in addition to it all). That particular study estimated a mother's worth at $508,700 a year, according to Ann Crittenden's The Price of Motherhood.

I yearned for home as a drunk man for whisky. For only there could I be sure that someone looking on my face for the first time would regard it without reaction. No gapes, no gawps, no cussing, no looking quickly away as if seeing something unsavoury. Just a meeting as unremarkable as passing your mummy in the kitchen. What a thing was this to wish for. That a person regarding me should think nothing. What a forlorn desire to seek indifference.

I can't help but wonder...if it's such a big deal for a middle-aged white guy to feel important...What happens when he doesn't?

Hi, I'm Andrea Thompson, and unless you've been living in a cave, you probably already know that.

There is no greater fool than the fool that cannot recognize another. Andreas Simic

They carried him not to bury him:They carried him down to crown him….The poet flourished here, disheveled,Who would not bow before votive lampsBut to the common spade.

The peasants of all lands recognize power and they salute it, whether it's good or evil.

No man will make a great leader who wants to do it all himself or get all the credit for doing it.

No person will make a great business who wants to do it all himself or get all the credit.

But some kids, they have to prove they're smart.

People go into politics because they want the affirmation, and they want the applause.

It is the rare young writer who does not fall in love with the idea of becoming famous, and Melville was no exception. When he remarked years later to Hawthorne that no man "who is wise, will expect appreciative recognition from his fellows," he was reproving his younger self for having craved it.

We knew something about one another, sure, that we belonged to the same tribe, the markings of which were always visible to those who belong, even if they were invisible to outsiders.

On 25 May 2011, the President of the United States, Barack Obama, speaking to the parliament of the United Kingdom, singled out Newton, Darwin and Alan Turing as British contributors to science. Celebrity is an imperfect measure of significance, and politicians do not confer scientific status, but Obama's choice signalled that public recognition of Alan Turing had attained a level very much higher than in 1983, when this book first appeared.