Quotes About Recognition

The short answer is that they did not realize what was happening until it was too late.

James] Joyce... an essentially private man who wished his total indifference to public notice to be universally recognized....

I've always been given credit for my unconcern.

ROS My name is Guildenstern, and this is Rosencrantz. Guil confers briefly with him. (Without embarrassment.) I'm sorry—his name's Guildenstern, and I'm Rosencrantz.

The presence of evil was something to be first recognized, then dealt with, survived, outwitted, triumphed over.

You looked at me then like you knew me, and I thought it really was Eden, and I couldn't take your eyes in because I was loving the hoof marks on your cheeks.

It was lovely. Not to be stared at, not seen, but being pulled into view by the interested, uncritical eyes of the other.

Everybody knew what she was called, but nobody anywhere knew her name. Disremembered and unaccounted for, she cannot be lost because no one is looking for her, and even if they were, how can they call her if they don't know her name?

Difficult to "move on" from any site of suffering if that suffering goes unacknowledged and undescribed.

I said you. Take you, my daughter. Because I saw the tall man see you as a human child, not pieces of eight.

What was taken by outsiders to be slackness, slovenliness or even generosity was in fact a full recognition of the legitimacy of forces other than good ones.

Somewhere between retina and object, between vision and view, his eyes draw back, hesitate, and hover. At some fixed point in time and space he senses that he need not waste the effort of a glance. He does not see her, because for him there is nothing to see.

She didn't even know she had a neck until Jude remarked on it, or that her smile was anything but the spreading of her lips until he saw it as a small miracle.

You are worthy to be seen. You are worthy to be heard. You are worthy to be sat with, to be walked beside. Even in your quietest moments, you are worthy of witness.

Her eyes, fixed on the window, are so expressionless he is not sure she will know who he is. There is too much light here in this room. Things look sold.

You your best thing, Sethe. You are." His holding fingers are holding hers. "Me? Me?

I ain't. Keeps him dumb. He wouldn't know a good woman from a snake and he won't let nobody point out the difference.

Originally, Sula opened with 'Except for World War II, nothing interfered with National Suicide Day.' With some encouragement I recognized that sentence as a false beginning." Falseness, in this case, meant abrupt. There was no lobby, as it were, where the reader could be situated before being introduced to the goings-on of the characters.

She's an original. Doesn't recognize crazy.

Oh, sure. You have to know what's wrong before you can find what's right.

See, you can be part of a crowd who gathers at church or even comes together to do a Bible study, but unless you recognize your true humility before the living God and your complete dependence on Him and His Word, you will only be in the vicinity. You will only be part of the Jesus Fan Club. You will go untouched. Nothing will change within you because His power will not be released to you.

Stars entertain us. Icons do something much more. They embody us. They tell us something about who we are and who we want to be. They are both a mirror and a shaping force.

She felt the strangeness of recognizing a place and yet not knowing it, of having a similar tone as if nothing had changed, yet everything had changed and aged, including Violet herself.

Your dream of being discovered by the public will become the burden of being defined.