Quotes About Naming

The tendency has always been strong to believe that whatever received a name must be an entity or being, having an independent existence of its own. And if no real entity answering to the name could be found, men did not for that reason suppose that none existed, but imagined that it was something peculiarly abstruse and mysterious.

The second general division of names is into concrete and abstract. A concrete name is a name which stands for a thing; an abstract name is a name which stands for an attribute of a thing.

Nevertheless, there seems good reason for adhering to the common usage, and calling (as indeed Hobbes himself does in other places) the word sun the name of the sun, and not the name of our idea of the sun. For names are not intended only to make the hearer conceive what we conceive, but also to inform him what we believe.

Since there is no difference of meaning between round, and a round object, it is only custom which prescribes that on any given occasion one shall be used, and not the other. We shall, therefore, without scruple, speak of adjectives as names, whether in their own right, or as representative of the more circuitous forms of expression above exemplified.

Humans have this need to name everything, no matter how little that thing may deserve it.

Gaby shouldn't have called this place Themis. Call it Gaia.

Her name was Flower, oddly imprecise for one so much herself, as though her parents had wrestled with names like Daisy, Violet, and Rose, lost their way amid so many choices, and settled for this generic solution.

I don't know why the word "mustache" exists, though. Can't we just call it lip hair?)

The way [we conduct naming experiments is] to show the child two pictures, [for example, of] a baby and a doggie. You ask, "Where's the baby?" Or "Where's the doggie?" However, if [you] change the sentence a little bit and you say, "There's a ball over there," and put [the word "ball"] in the middle instead of at the end [of the sentence], they fall apart completely. They can't get it. Fernald

the horse's head whipped up and he reared straight into the air. Colin ignored him and poured the oats. 'You look as if you're trying to fly,' he told the animal. 'I believe I'll name you after my former ship, the /Daedalus/. The ship was named after a Greek man who flew too close to the sun for comfort, but made it back to earth.

Erik called the land Greenland because the name would encourage people to go there.

Ne e fatal, întotdeauna, eul pentru care opt?m: s? porÅ£i un nume înseamn? s?-Å£i asumi un mod precis de pr?buÅŸire.

What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.

I think the only choice that will enable us to hold to our vision is one that abandons the concept of naming enemies and adopts a concept familiar to the nonviolent tradition: naming behavior that is oppressive

We had a 25-step process coming up with the name Extinction Rebellion.

We had just recently moved to California from Italy, and while we were driving around, we saw a billboard ad for McDonald's on Olympic Boulevard in Los Angeles. The word 'guess' was in the ad, and my brother decided that that would be the name of our company!

My dog's name is Harold.

I heard I was the self-proclaimed White Mamba, which I can say I have never self-proclaimed myself anything.

I think this show can have legs for a long time. That's why it's called 'Beverly Hills 90210' instead of something like 'West Beverly High.'

The true name is one which expresses the character, the nature, the being, the meaning, of the person who bears it. It is the man's own symbol,--his soul's picture, in a word,--the sign which belongs to him and to no one else. Who can give a man this, his own name? God alone. For no one but God sees what the man is, or even, seeing what he is, could express in a name-word the sum and harmony of what he sees.

The true name is one which expresses the character, the nature, the being, the meaning, of the person who bears it. It is the man's own symbol,--his soul's picture, in a word,--the sign which belongs to him and to no one else. Who can give a man this, his own name? God alone. For no one but God sees what the man is, or even, seeing what he is, could express in a name-word the sum and harmony of what he sees. ... Such a name cannot be given until the man IS the name.

Thy very ATTENTION, does it not mean an attentio, a STRETCHING-TO? Fancy that act of the mind, which all were conscious of, which none had yet named,—when this new poet first felt bound and driven to name it.

These and all things started as nothing, latent within a vast energy-broth, but then we named them, and loved them, and, in this way, brought them forth.

What is your name? Again sir, that is no concern of yours. A mystery, he said. I shall have to call you Clorinda. ..... Judith! What the devil? exclaimed Peregrine. Has there been an accident? Judith, repeated the gentleman of the curricle pensively. I prefer Clorinda.