Quotes About Recognition

In allen Schichten war er bekannt, bis tief hinein in das Herz der Gesellschaft, aber die wirklich wichtigen Reaktionen wurden hoch oben und tief unten ausgelöst. Bei den Gewinnern und bei den Verlierern.

Petey: It was good, eh? [Pause.] Meg: I was the belle of the ball. Petey: Were you? Meg: Oh yes. They all said I was. Petey: I bet you were, too. Meg: Oh, it's true. I was. [Pause.] I know I was. [Curtain]

His lips parted into a timid smile, and our neighbor's image blurred with my sudden tears. "Hey, Boo," I said.

We couldn't operate a single day without Cal, have you ever thought of that? You think about how much Cal does for you, and you mind her, you hear?

she may have discovered that all her life she had been with a visual defect which had gone unnoticed and neglected by herself and by those closest to her: she was born color blind.

Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.

He had to know who he'd be fighting if the time ever came to—he had to find out who they were. . . .

I just know Maycomb. I'm not in the least sensitive about it, but good Lord, I'm certainly aware of it.

There's a widespread belief that if you have solid self-esteem you don't need outside affirmation and praise. This is patently untrue, by the way.

Far different was my emotion, when one said to me, with a face like the face of an angel, '' Why should we be bent upon your being better, and make up a bright prospect for you ? I see no brightness in it; and the time seems past for expecting you ever to be well. How my spirits rose in a moment at this recognition of the truth !

Most of us recognize faces (did you ever hear anyone say, "Oh, I know your name, but I don't recognize your face"?). It's the names we have trouble with. Since we do usually recognize faces, the thing to do is apply a system wherein the face tells us the name.

you some examples, you should be aware of the fact that most people don't really forget names. They just don't remember them in the first place—often, they don't really hear them in the first place. Just think back and remember the many times you've been introduced to someone, when all you heard was a mumble.

If you never noticed, it never happened.

Why are you staring at me?" she'd ask. "'Cause you're pretty," I'd reply. "You're the first one who's ever said that." "I'm the only one who knows," I'd tell her. "And believe me, I know.

My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street — what do we have to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya! That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look.

The point is, it didn't even look like my face. It was the face of any twenty-four-year-old guy who might have been sitting across the way on the commuter train. My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street – what do weh ave to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya!That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look.

Telling people her name was always a bother. As soon as the name left her lips, the other person looked puzzled or confused.

that one of our problems was our inability to recognize and accept our own deformities

I turn a corner, I offered, just as someone ahead of me turns the next corner. I can't see what that person looks like. All I can make out is a flash of white coattails. But the whiteness of the coattails is indelibly etched in my consciousness. Ever get that feeling?

Por qué me miras tan fijamente? -me preguntaba. -Porque eres bonita -respondía yo. -Eres la primera persona que me lo dice. -Es que yo soy el único que lo sabe.

We tend to overrate our individual contribution to groups, which, bluntly put, tends to lead to an overblown

He did know: he knew her right away, and he felt known by her, and that was where the trouble really began...She could have been exotic or worldly or a Valkyrie and it would have meant nothing to him. But that Alice saw him?that was a feeling Amos had never experienced before, and it felt like a revelation and also like a virus.

We can only make sense of ourselves in relation to someone or something. To be a person, we must be recognized as a person.

I like being mistaken for someone useful.