Quotes About Recognition

From diapers on, I felt like there was something not good about me, but it was invisible to everybody but my mother. And whenever she looked at me, she had to let me know that she knew. That was her mission in life.

Did I get my picture in the yearbook under "Most Likely to Commit Suicide"?

recognized that he was a genius" (67)

Does it, does it—I'm flailing here—does it have a name? What you've done? If it had a name, he says, what would that change, exactly? Would it be more acceptable to you? Would it be a thing people do? Would it have a category unto itself?

Much of the deep depression that surrounds us in life has to do with this one thing — that we can't even see the smallest plainest objects.

One is expecting something , and can't say what — yet when one sees it , one knows what one knew , what one knew and couldn't say . It is this way with death . It is in our nature to feel the extent of it when we face it , and to have it fall away the moment we turn

I want to belong to you, like a name. I want to be a thing people have to know to know you.

For a time, at least, I was the most famous person in the entire world.

T]he psychoanalytic process should be understood as occurring between subjects rather than within the individual. Mental life is seen from an intersubjective perspective. Although this perspective has transformed both our theory and our practice in important ways, such transformations create new problems. A theory in which the individual subject no longer reigns absolute must confront the difficulty each subject has in recognizing the other as an equivalent center of experience…

From now on the subject says: "Hullo object!" "I destroyed you.

La postura que desarrollaré en este trabajo define la intersubjetividad como una relación de reconocimiento mutuo; una relación en la que cada persona experimenta al otro como "sujeto afín", como otra mente "con la que se puede sentir", y que, al mismo tiempo, posee un centro de sensaciones y percepciones distinto y separado.

Some people with blogs are never going to get famous, and they've been doing it for, like, over a year. I feel bad for them.

I always regarded people who want fame with a lot of suspicion. Unless you have a product to sell, I don't know why anyone would want to be famous. I can't imagine what need that would fill.

I'm an underdog person, so I align myself with those who seem to be not considered valuable in polite society.

It was always you. I thought it was someone else, but it was you. You were the person that I felt.

I worked half my life to be an overnight success, and still it took me by surprise.

When people saw the real me, they wanted me to succeed. It was a fleeting thought, and I wish I had caught it and internalized it. I still thought people expected perfection.

It was not any recognition of their beauty and their significance that attracted us, but the communion, the feeling of a comradeship with the things and events of our existence, which cut us off and made the world of our parents a thing incomprehensible to us—for then we surrendered ourselves to events and were lost in them, and the least little thing was enough to carry us down the stream of eternity.

The ego will receive the reward of moral recognition by the collective to the exact extent to which it succeeds in identifying with the persona, the collectivized façade personality – the simple reason being that this façade personality is the visible sign of agreement with the values of the collective.

Either way I don't come first, which for some stupid reason bothers hell out of me, having grown up with the notion that I always had to be number one. Family heritage, don't you know?

No one cared what St. Louis thought, although the city got a wink for pluck.

One can evade a danger that one recognizes,' wrote historian Friedrich Zipfel, 'but a police working in the dark becomes uncanny. Nowhere does one feel safe from it. While not omnipresent, it could appear, search arrest. The worried citizen no longer knows whom he ought to trust.

There is a danger when you leave the past behind, and reinvent your life, that at some point you'll look at yourself, and no longer recognize who you see.

Don't confuse fame with success. Madonna is one; Helen Keller is the other.