Quotes About Recognition

Celebrity is a pretty stunning thing. At first I was like 'They love me! Oh, I love them, too.' And suddenly, I was tap-dancing on my pedestal and it was whack! Facedown in the dirt.

There aren't that many songs that pay homage to the DJ. They are the ones getting artists' music out there. They are the ones getting the club popping. But no one's giving them any love.

Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.

Remember, with writing, what you're looking for is just one person to come up and tell you, 'I love you for what you do.'

You love what you do, you are cursed with it, and then you get known for being cursed with it

We cannot do anything with an object that has no name.

they maybe didn't deserve respect, exactly, but I knew enough to give them some.

but she wanted ALL Oxford to see her—see her NOW.

Her love for her own image was not cold aestheticism. She valued that image not for its own sake, but for sake of the glory it always won for her.

And his face—the way he laughed—why he didn't look like no fool at all, boys. But just as if he'd waked up!

Knowing you saw something is different from knowing what you saw.

Most people don't believe something can happen until it already has.

Most people don't believe something can happen until it already has. That's not stupidity or weakness, that's just human nature

To a certain degree we are really the person others have seen in us

Happy are the unentitled! Expecting the applause of others is a fool's enterprise! Do yourself a favor and assume nothing. If you go unnoticed, you won't be surprised. If you are noticed, you can celebrate.

I know that I myself have felt that prickling of the scalp that Emily Dickinson tells us is the sign of recognition before a true poem.

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.

Be present in all things and thankful for all things.

How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes!

Hanging softly over the black Singer sewing machine, it looked like magic, and when people saw me wearing it they were going to run up to me and say, Marguerite, forgive us, please, we didn't know who you were, and I would answer generously, No, you couldn't have known. Of course I forgive you.

When I walk in, they may like me or dislike me, but everybody knows I'm here

My name had lost its ring of familiarity and I had to be nudged to go and receive my diploma.

My dear, I have known since I was a small boy on a hill in Greece that when I met you, you'd never tell me who you were, you would give another name. Equally beautiful and equally mystical. But I would know you by the music in your voice and the shadow of the forest on your beautiful face.

She stands between the unknown and the known. In Stockholm, my mother shed her protective love down around me and without knowing why people sensed that I had value. I