Quotes About Naming

he said that when the baby was born, if it was a boy, I was to call it Edward." "Edward?" Teddy repeated blankly. "After you." And for the first time in the whole of the war Teddy broke.

cock his head this way and that. Called him Cricket, on

The name's Giddiopeus." "I'm Trotteus

Niki, the name we finally gave my younger daughter, is not an abbreviation; it was a compromise I reached with her father.

Should not the Society of Indexers be know as Indexers, Society of, The?

We call him Jonathan, which means a gift from God.

Women have had the power of naming stolen from us.

From antiquity, people have recognized the connection between naming and power.

I'm starting to believe in the power of a name. Because it can't be a mistake if I just call it 'change.'

I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.

Fred Bailey, a young black runaway, changed his last name to Douglass in honor of Scott's epic poem The Lady of the Lake. The hero of the epic was Lord James of Douglas, who was willing to give up his life to avert a bloody civil war between highlanders and lowlanders. Bailey's black benefactor, Nathan Johnson of New Bedford, Massachusetts, suggested adding an extra s for good measure. Bailey would now be known as Frederick Douglass.

an enormous stately home. Mr Spud named it 'Freshbum Towers'.

The posh boys at St Cuthbert's had names like Nathaniel Septimus Ernest Bertram Lysander Tybalt Zacharias Edmund Alexander Humphrey Percy Quentin Tristan Augustus Bartholomew Tarquin Imogen Sebastian Theodore Clarence Smythe.

Tom!" said Tom. "Tom!" exclaimed the doctor, as if he was about to have guessed it. He wrote down the next two letters. "So what do they call you? Thomas? Tommy? Big Tom? Little Tom? Tom Thumb?" "Tom," replied Tom wearily. Tom had already said his name was Tom. "Do you have a surname?

In many ways love has already named us before we can even begin to speak back to it, before we can utter the right words or understand what has happened to us or is continuing to happen to us: an invitation to the most difficult art of all, to love without naming at all.

Six centuries ago, the pre-Colombian natives who settled here named this region with a word that in their language translates to, 'The Mouth of the Shadow.' Later, the Iroquois who showed up and inexplicably slaughtered every man, woman, and child in those first tribes renamed it a word that literally translates to, 'Seriously, Fuck this Place.

It doesn't eat only birds—it mostly eats rats and insects—but they still call it the "Bird-Eating Spider" because the fact that it can eat a bird is the most important thing you need to know about it.

The guy with Floyd's countenance should have a name like Isaiah or Abraham or Hezekiah. The name Floyd seems mundane for such an intriguing-looking man.

You have named him, not I.

Naming our kid was a real trial. I seize up when I have to name a document on my computer. I didn't name my son after me. What if he turns into a maniac? How'd you like to be Jeffrey Dahmer, Senior?

It is not, however, only the word, it is also the thing, in all its infinite complexity, that he [Kafka] articulates with unrivaled courage and clarity. For, since he fears power in any form, since the real aim of his life is to withdraw from it, in whatever form it may appear, he detects it, identifies it, names it, and creates figures of it in every instance where others would accept it as being nothing out of the ordinary.

Fix yourself something to drink, she said. I don't have any Mr. Pepper. You mean Dr. Pepper? For the love of God! She exploded. People expect everything from a psychic! 'Doctor,' 'mister,' I was close enough. I didn't call it 'Mrs. Salt,' did I?

A house,' said Wemyss, explaining its name to Lucy on the morning of their arrival, 'should always be named after whatever most insistently catches the eye.' 'Then oughtn't it to have been called The Cows?' asked Lucy; for the meadows round were strewn thickly as far as she could see with recumbent cows, and they caught her eye much more than the tossing bare willow branches. 'No,' said Wemyss, annoyed. 'It ought not have been called The Cows.

McNeish's tomcat, which had mistakenly been named Mrs. Chippy