Quotes About Recognition

I experienced one of the common miracles of the Christian life. Our spirits recognized each other.

For a gay you are good driver.

Good or bad, we are attracted to things that are familiar.

The struggles I endured as a child are what allowed me to recognize and care about pain in others. The validation I longed for as a child is what I see other people longing for just as intensely.

I don't like being recognised, I have no interest in being famous at all, I just do what I do. If I could be like Captain Kirk and beam myself up and then beam myself down, I would!

A fundamental feature of the symptom coherence model of symptom production is the recognition that the suffering due to a functional symptom is actually the lesser of two evils - the other, greater evil being the suffering that is unconsciously expected from not having the symptom.

Ultimately, as Lacan puts it, all speech constitutes a demand for love. Whenever we speak, we are unconditionally asking to be heard (Lacan, 2015, p. 356), we are asking for our request to be recognized, we are asking to be responded to, we are asking to be loved.

I homogenize saw you on the street last night")

You just wait. I'm going to be the biggest Chinese Star in the world.

The way to get things done is to not mind who gets the credit for doing them." – Benjamin Jowett, British theologian and classicist.

One problem with the way the educational system is set up is that it only recognizes a certain type of intelligence, and it's incredibly restrictive - very, very restrictive. There's so many types of intelligence, and people who would be at their best outside of that structure get lost.

Clarence once mentioned to me during a negotiation but he should be paid not only for playing but for being Clarence.

The Super Bowl helped me sell a few new records and probably put a few extra fannies in the seats that tour. But what it was really about was this: I felt my band remained one of the mightiest in the land and I wanted you to know it. We

when I turned around, I saw home. These were people who understood me and knew who I was.

You manage it (mental health), you learn and evolve, but another recognition you gotta have is that these are the cards you were dealt...These things are never going to be out of your life. You gotta be constantly vigilant and realistic about these things.

REVIEW! We had been recognized by a big-time newspaper music critic as Jersey badasses gone to teach those West Coast sissy boys something about THE ROCK!

Oh . . . and I won an Oscar. When I traveled north from LA to show it to my folks, it showed up on the airport x-ray and I had to drag it out of my bag. Upon reaching San Mateo, I walked into the kitchen, where my father was still sitting and smoking like a blue-collar Buddha, and plopped it down on the table in front of him. He looked at it, looked at me and said, "I'll never tell anybody what to do ever again.

We," he intoned, "are the opportunity that recognizes itself.

I did not have enough courage to go round to the back of the villa. I should certainly have been noticed by someone. Why in spite of this, did I have the feeling of having been there already–a long time ago? Don't we infact know in advance all the landscapes we see in our life? Can anything occur that is entirely new, that in depths of our being, we have not anticipated for a long time?

Luck is a component that a lot of people in the arts sometimes fail to recognise: that you can have talent, perseverance, patience, but without luck you will not have a successful career.

Writing is one of the loneliest of the arts; unlike the actor we have no immediate audience and must wait many long months, even years on occasion, for the splatter of applause to reach our ears, if indeed we are not damned by total neglect.

Okay, this might sound vague, but do you know this one girl with hair like this?

1975 was International Women's Year. I had never heard the word 'feminism' before then. I was writing my books from the experiences of my own life and from watching and studying the lives of those around me in general. I did not know that writing the way I was, was putting me into a special category. I had the first inkling of it on 28 June 1975 when the International Women's League invited me to give a speech.

If anyone asks you what kind of music you play, tell him 'pop.' Don't tell him 'rock'n'roll' or they won't even let you in the hotel.