Quotes About Recognition

Everyone wanted his relatives to be proud of him, didn't he?

The stupidest people suddenly become a little cleverer when we learn that they think well of us

Keats was getting a reputation just when he was too ill to appreciate it or build on it: his country was taking notice of him just when he would have to leave it.

I think there is a compliment there somewhere, but it is very well disguised

It was perturbing to look long at your reflection: to realise that all the time you were there in the world, visible, undeniable

Bound to seek recognition of its own existence in categories, terms, and names that are not of its own making, the subject seeks the sign of its own existence outside itself, in a discourse that is at once dominant and indifferent. Social categories signify subordination and existence at once. In other words, within subjection the price of existence is subordination.

the standing ovation from a rare and valued tribute

clap has too sharp a sting.

Female empaths who are famous include Nicole Kidman, Jewel (her song "Sensitive" is about empaths), Winona Ryder, Alanis Morissette, and Princess Diana.

This time he laughed softly. "You are

It is easy for a somebody to be modest, but it is difficult to be modest when one is a nobody.

Literature is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to people who have none.

L'enfant se croyait la seule petite fille au monde. Savait-elle seulement qu'elle était une petite fille?

Die Angst fiel zu Boden, weil Moritz sie plötzlich an sich drückte, so fest, dass sie fast zwischen seinen Armen verschwand. Der größte Fluch des Menschen besteht darin, dass er die glücklichsten Momente seines Lebens immer erst im Nachhinein erkennt.

Um, I forgot what that means, but madlob!

Olivia: You didn't even know I was there! Harry: Excuse me, yes I did.

You are always looking at people like this." And then she made a face, one he couldn't possibly begin to describe. "If I ever look like that," he said dryly, "precisely like that, to be more precise, I give you leave to shoot me.

Just be quiet and accept the praise.

He stepped toward her, and her heart just ached from it. His face was so handsome, and so dear, and so perfectly wonderfully familiar. She knew the slope of his cheeks, and the exact shade of his eys, brownish near the iris, melting into green at the edge. And his mouth-she knew that mouth, the look of it, the feel of it. She knew his smile, and she knew his frown, and she knew- she knew far to much.

Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.

I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.

You don't have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one." -Henrietta Barrett, (Minx, Splendid Trilogy book #3)

We've been through nothing, you ridiculous man, but I suppose you may call me Daphne nonetheless." "Excellent." He nodded in a condescending manner. "You may call me 'your grace.

You are a treasure, Iris Kenworthy