Quotes About Recognition

There were some that said if you hung in long enough, the world would catch on, and they have.

We must recognize that anger only agitates and incites. It cannot squelch or satisfy the hunger for justice.

I have a hunger for good roles.

I'm hungry for VMAs and Grammys. That's my main goal.

I had talent, and I was hungry for fame, and you can't say I didn't get it.

Something in the world forces us to think. This something is an object not of recognition but of a fundamental encounter. What is encountered may be Socrates, a temple or a demon. It may be grasped in a range of affective tones: wonder, love, hatred, suffering. In whichever tone, its primary characteristic is that it can only be sensed. In this sense it is opposed to recognition.

Por Dios, Atanarico, eras tú! ¡Nunca hubo nadie aparte de ti! ¿No es evidente?

People got such a charge from seeing their names in print. Proof of existence. I could picture a squabble of ghosts ripping through piles of newspapers. Pointing at a name on the page. See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you I was.

My thank-yous always come out rather labored. I often don't give them at all. People do what they're supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation -- they're like frozen-yogurt employees who put out cups for tips.

It had barely registered, the lament was so commonplace. But I felt it now.

The problem started long before that, of course. Problems always start long before you really, really see them.

She began walking away from me, down the hallway—luminous white living rooms and sitting rooms and reading rooms blooming out on all sides—and I studied her. It was the first time we'd seen each other in almost a year. My hair was a different color—brown from red—but she didn't seem to notice. She looked exactly the same, though, not much older than I am now, although she's in her late forties. Glowing pale skin

People do what they're supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation—they're like frozen-yogurt employees who put out cups for tips.

People do what they're supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation—they're

I appreciate a straightforward apology the way a tone-deaf person enjoys a fine piece of music. I can't do it, but I can applaud it in others.

Me duele reconocerlo.) De modo que el cobertizo, bien

Insomniacs are exquisitely grateful for people to recognize their weariness.

Accusing: You have been seen. You will be seen.

I've never understood why that's considered a compliment – that just anyone could like you.

I stared back—cows are the few animals that really seem to see you.

When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. The shape of it, to begin with. The very first time I saw her, it was the back of the head I saw, and there was something lovely about it, the angles of it. Like a shiny, hard corn kernel or a riverbed fossil. She had what the Victorians would call a finely shaped head. You could imagine the skull quite easily. I'd know her head anywhere.

La gente hace lo que se supone que debe hacer y después espera a que los colmes con tu aprecio; son como los empleados de las tiendas de yogur helado que dejan vasos sobre la barra para que eches la propina.

isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase? So

You're in exquisite pain, you're not sleeping.' the mention of insomnia was always risky but usually paid off. People in pain don't general sleep well, insomniacs are exquisitely great full for people to recognize their weariness.