Quotes About Recognition

I am hoping that I can be known as a great writer and actor some day, rather than a sex symbol.

But ignoring something doesn't make it less real, y'know. Something isn't fiction just because you choose not to acknowledge it.

I woke up one morning and realized that someone had broken in the night before, and replaced everything in my apartment with an exact replica. I got my roommate and showed him. I said, "Look at this, everything's been replaced with an exact replica!" He said, "Do I know you?"

My deductions have not impressed you at all, which leads me to think that you knew everything already.

You are unbelievable at times." "Many people have thought so," Shem answered dryly, "but despite unbelief, I still exist.

A young man had come into the garden. Not dead, then, but returned. A sense of recognition flooded through her, she felt her flesh grow hot. It was Khaster. She nearly choked, but after only a moment, she realized it was someone who looked like him, who'd stolen his brother's face.

Your name works wonders in Little Moor, Barbara. It's like a free pass.

An insane idea begged to recognition in my head, one that I hardly dared to consider.

Owen saw a male shape come into the hall behind Barbara, shadowy. It did not sound like Louis, neither did the outline look like him. But as he came towards the door, Owen realised this was Daniel's father, but changed almost beyond recognition. Othman had done this. He glanced at Barbara. Both of them were Othman's now.

There will be a time when you remember this place and recognize it as a mirror for the true seat of power.

Light was provided by baskets of burning bones. Skulls grinned from niches in the wall, presiding over offerings of braided, hairy plant-roots, which suggested the temple was still in use for all its appearance of neglect. On the far side of the chamber, bowls of lighted oil on the floor illuminated a ragged curtain, which was drawn across an alcove. Ays experienced a deep feeling of recognition. He knew that he was in the home of a god, and that he had been here before.

I am known by many names, some of them forgotten now.

Will you ever accept me for what I am?

If anyone could penetrate our disguise in the world, they could.

The clues were there all along, but we'd denied our past and shut ourselves away from the truth.

Fineas Rigg approached him. Ays had a horrible feeling of recognition, which had nothing to do with appearances, or any kindling of memory. There was something else through which he and Rigg were akin, and Ays far from liked the thought of that.

In Caradore, Merlan might be regarded as precocious, a prodigy perhaps, but one that needed to be kept in his place. Not here. The Magravandians were aware of the boy's talent and intellect.

How could someone be so familar, yet a complete stranger?

From the moment I saw them, I'd felt a deep sense of recognition, some tugging within me as if I'd met them before yet forgotten when and how. I was filled with an excitement that eclipsed even the feelings I'd had after meeting Hadith Sarim.

Who?" "I don't remember fucking names. But they called. My assistant answered. Always these buy-me-a-vowel names.

I'm a part of this team, a real part of this team, not the mascot.

Work is about a search for daily meaning as well as daily bread, for recognition as well as cash, for astonishment rather than torpor; in short, for a sort of life rather than a Monday through Friday sort of dying. Studs Terkel

Work is about a search for daily meaning as well as daily bread, for recognition as well as cash, for astonishment rather than torpor; in short, for a sort of life rather than a Monday through Friday sort of dying.

It is about a search, too, for daily meaning as well as daily bread, for recognition as well as cash, for astonishment rather than torpor; in short, for a sort of life rather than a Monday through Friday sort of dying. Perhaps immortality, too, is part of the quest. To be remembered was the wish, spoken and unspoken, of the heroes and heroines of this book.