Quotes About Recognition

Cómo hemos podido no saber, durante tanto tiempo, nada de lo que era y, a pesar de todo, sentarnos a la mesa de todas las cosas y personas que íbamos encontrando a lo largo del camino? Corazones pequeños -los alimentamos con grandes ilusiones y al final del proceso caminamos igual que discípulos hacia Emaús, ciegos, al lado de amigos y amores que no reconocemos -fiándonos de un Dios que ya no sabe nada sobre sí mismo-

A voler essere precisi, Novecento non esisteva nemmeno, per il mondo: non c'era città, parrocchia, ospedale, galera, squadra di baseball che avesse scritto da qualche parte il suo nome. Non aveva patria, non aveva data di nascita, non aveva famiglia. Aveva otto anni: ma ufficialmente non era mai nato.

Surface beauty: blond hair, blue eyes - she was looking at me - is always easy to recognize. But if someone is braver, stronger, smarter, that's harder to see. - Kendra Hilferty

Find the good—and praise it.

Crazies always recognize each other. I think Melville said it, in a slightly different context: "Genius all over the world stands hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round." Of course, we're not talking about genius here, we're talking about crazies—but

I don't mind shaking hands with a human being, are you one?

It was the first time the name had ever been spoken as this child's name, for Omoro's people felt that each human being should be the first to know who he was.

Stuart is conscientious about names. He believes they are important to a person's self-respect and, to Stuart, there is nothing more important than that.

But he'll never be fully recognised, because Scots literature these days is all about complaining and moaning and being injured in one's soul.

I am glad you are pleased, said Mma Ramotswe. You have broken the glass ceiling that stops secretaries from reaching their full potential. Mma Makutsi looked up, as if to search for the ceiling that she had broken. There were only the familiar ceiling boards, fly-tracked and buckling from the heat. But the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel itself could not at that moment have been more glorious in her eyes, more filled with hope and joy.

But we are all fortunate in one way or another. The task for most of us is to identify in what way that is, would you not agree?

It was hard to disappear completely in Botswana, where there were fewer than two million people and where people had a healthy curiosity as to who was who and where people had come from. It was very difficult to be anonymous, even in Gaborone, as there would always be neighbours who would want to know exactly what one was doing and who one's people had been.

We are the ones who first ploughed the earth when Modise (God) made it," ran an old Setswana poem. "We were the ones who made the food. We are the ones who look after the men when they are little boys, when they are young men, and when they are old and about to die. We are always there. But we are just women, and nobody sees us.

There are so many things we take in subconsciously and are unaware we ever saw. There is plenty of lumber like that in our minds.

wise men are remembered, they always are.

people who believed not that the end was coming—as some people did—but that it had actually come, and we had simply failed to notice

And so he thinks he's entitled–or almost entitled–to call himself the Duke of Johannesburg," James continued. "Secretly, though, he's worried that the Lord Lyon and his people will catch him. He saw the Lord Lyon the other day in the supermarket in Morningside and he almost fainted. I was with him at the time. It was in the frozen products section and he had to stick his head into one of those big refrigerated displays so as not to be recognised.

It is so easy to thank people, said Mma Ramotswe, passing the letter over to Mma Makutsi, and most people don't bother to do it. They don't thank the person who does something for them. They just take it for granted.

Gratitude was a lost art, she felt. People accepted things, took them as their right, and had forgotten how to give proper thanks.

looked at Jock Dundas, who was

not all those whose work amounts to something believe that what they do is good enough, or even worth doing.

Mma Ramotswe stepped forward and put an arm around Patience's shoulder. "Mma, " she said, "I see you." It was the oldest and simplest of African greetings: I see you. It implied so much more than it said, though, because it meant that Mma Ramotswe saw not only the person standing before her, but all that lay behind her – who she was, where she came from, how she felt.

But we are all fortunate in one way or another. The task for most of us is to identify in what way that is, would you not agree?" 81.

But it had not occurred to him to praise her, because in his view she was just doing her duty as a woman and there was nothing special about that." (pg.34)