Quotes About Recognition

If error is corrected whenever it is recognized as such, the path of error is the path of truth.

There are many ways to the recognition of truth, and Burgundy is one of them.

There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.

Only a lion can recognize a lion's roar.

If you look at YOURSELF as the brand, then you will understand an intrinsic truth: People judge.

To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle.

They all looked alike to me, so I checked the I.D. tag and found that the one crying was labeled 'Baby Girl Nelson, Room 571.' That was an inspiration to me. Dantzel knew her child's voice even before she had ever heard it. I couldn't help but think about the Savior's statement that 'my sheep know my voice.'" In this case, the "shepherd" knew the voice of her sheep.

People wonder what we do for our women. I will tell you what we do: we get out of their way and look with wonder at what they are accomplishing.

After explainging that the Relief Society is one of the oldest and largest women's organizations in the world, he said: "People wonder what we do for our women. I will tell you what we do; we get out of their way and look with wonder at what they are accomplishing.

Women must leave a record for their men; otherwise how will they know us?

When I go back to family reunions everybody goes, 'Hey cousin! Hey Auntie!' And I'm like, 'Okay I don't know you, I have no idea who you are.' I am auntie and cousin for so many and even the ones in prison call me collect. And I'll be like, 'Which of my family members are giving you this phone number?'

Expressing yourself when he takes for granted doesn't work.

Expressing yourself when he takes you for granted doesn't work.

What women need to understand is that when a man considers a woman to be a prize, looks have very little to do with it. In the above example, it was a simple mind trick that goes like this: She acted like a prize, and then a funny thing happened. He completely forgot who he was looking at.

Satan knows your name, but he calls you by your sin. God knows your sin, but he calls you by your name. —Bianca Juárez Olthoff

Nothing," he said. "Just that I have loved you, even when I was nothing and no one to you, when you didn't know my name and barely knew my face.

So far I have restrained myself. For how much longer, I do not know. I have never known such happiness, shot through with such misery. Only four days have passed, they tell me. But that is not true. It has been decades since I saw you last. You will find me a stooped old man when we meet again. Perhaps I might even need a pair of spectacles to recognize your veil. But I remain always, Your servant, C. One of Christian's onesided letters to the Baroness

She recognized the signs of danger. When she'd said to the duke that she had a certain effect on men, she hadn't been exaggerating. It was not every man and it was not all the time, but when the effect happened, proposals flew like confetti and all parties involved usually ended up feeling quite mortified.

Many people, women especially, she had observed, responded to a compliment by explaining what they had—or hadn't done—to merit it.

That women should be valued for their work and that women, especially, should not devalue the work of other women.

This time he forgot everything. He only stood and stared. That smile. Christ, that smile. He recognized it by the wave of ecstatic joy that all but knocked him flat on his back. Had he though himself incapable of happiness in a sustained basis? He was wrong — and how. He could never have enough of this sweet elation. He wanted to splash in it, swim in it, drink it by the gallons, until nothing but bliss pulsed in his veins. The girl of his dreams. He had met her at last.

As she left, he began playing something as soft and haunting as the last roses of summer. She recognized it in two bars: Liebesträume. He and Mrs. Rowland had played it together that first night of their acquaintance. Even Gigi, incompetent musician that she was, could pick out that melody on the piano with one hand. Dream of Love. All that she ever had with him.

I said that we use digital "passbacks" to placate young children who say they are bored. We are not teaching them that boredom can be recognized as your imagination calling you.

you are always lost when the first recognition is a misrecognition