Quotes About Recognition

Oh, Matthew," exclaimed Anne, "I've passed and I'm first—or one of the first! I'm not vain, but I'm thankful." "Well now, I always said it," said Matthew, gazing at the pass list delightedly. "I

Oh, Diana, will we really see our names in print? It makes me thrill to think of it. Your solo was perfectly elegant, Diana. I felt prouder than you did when it was encored. I just said to myself, 'It is my dear bosom friend who is so honored.

Having left Toronto on the morning train, they were in Charlottetown by mid-afternoon. Jane saw dad the moment she stepped off the train . . . grinning and saying, "Excuse me, but your face seems familiar. Are you by any chance . . ." but Jane had hurled herself at him. They had never been parted . . . she had never been away at all. The

Oh, dad," cried this happiest of all Janes, "I know the very house." "You would," said dad.

don't you be too sure your name won't ever be written up. Charlie Sloane is DEAD GONE on you. He told his mother — his MOTHER, mind you — that you were the smartest girl in school. That's better than being good looking." "No, it isn't," said Anne, feminine to the core. "I'd rather be pretty than clever.

Seeing yourself in print is such an amazing concept: you can get so much attention without having to actually show up somewhere.

But, if one cuts more deeply, the lonesome dove is Newt, a lonely teenager who is the unacknowledged son of Captain Call and a kindly whore named Maggie, who is now dead. So the central theme of the novel is not the stocking of Montana but unacknowledged paternity. All of the Hat Creek Outfit, including particularly Augustus McCrae, want Call to accept the boy as his son.

People he had known all his life were all around him, but they simply didn't see him.

I've heard of you, McCrae. But I didn't know you was so old." "Oh, I wasn't till lately," Augustus said.

We rarely hear the names of these early Western photographers now, though they were quite important: Carleton

With so much unknown in this life, how little it takes for a face, a grove of trees, an outcropping of stone to become familiar.

The part where someone looks at you, really looks at you, when you walk into a room. You either have that with someone or you don't.

him," he says. "Though I remember him having longer hair. And being much heavier. He looks quite different." "But not entirely?

Gratitude was a big one. He hadn't realized how much he took people for granted in his life until they showed up to help him without even being asked. It was humbling as hell.

People look, they don't see.

There will be boys who will tell you you're beautiful, but only a few will see you.

Joy is everywhere. You just have to recognize it.

A flower may be beautiful all on its own, but a person is never truly beautiful unless someone's eyes show him that he is beautiful.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

me. "I don't know you," Edward said. "I came in just after you left," Simon said. "Simon?" Edward made the name a question, and the big man seemed to understand what was being asked. "As in whatever the fuck Simon says, you damn well better do." How colorful, I thought, but didn't say out loud.

Sorrisi nel riconoscere la prima persona che entrava, e subito ebbi la sensazione che tutto sarebbe andato bene. Saremmo stati protetti. Era arrivato Edward.

It wasn't hard to spot Dolph. Pete McKinnon was standing with them. It was like walking towards two small mountains. Dolph

His father clasped his shoulders, holding him at arm's length, looking him up and down. "You've grown." "It's been eleven years," said Jack numbly. "Of course I've grown.

a lavishly gifted underachiever who is gaining renown less for the canvases he paints than for those we hope he'll paint.