Quotes About Names

All my kids' given names, the first names, are all from people in my life, and they have my husband's last name. And we were very thoughtful about it.

The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable. History separated out these individuals and preserved their names where others were obilterated for ever.

I have signed books in the names of Enid Blyton, R.K. Narayan, Ian Botham, Daniel Defoe, Harry Potter and the Swiss Family Robinson. No one seems to mind.

God is no respecter of either persons or names - Dieu or Gott or Kyrie or Adonai or Wakantanka. He is the Great Spirit whose pity we ask.

I am a believer in sensible choices, so different from many of my own. Also in sensible names for children.

She liked Christian names, she liked those who used them as a sign of easy inclusion and intimacy, but to her the use of a name remained a proclamation, an action, an event. She was not accustomed to names.

In Lisbon, a street cry gloated over the Spanish defeat: Which ships got home? The ones the English missed. And where are the rest? The waves will tell you. What happened to them? It is said they are lost. Do we know their names? They know them in London. Oh

You are just a rascal.' 'Do you expect me to fly into a rage at that? I am sorry to disappoint you. You can't make me mad by calling me names that are true. Certainly I'm a rascal, and why not? It's a free country and a man may be a rascal if he chooses. It's only hypocrites like you, my dear lady, just as black at heart but trying to hide it, who become enraged when called by their right names.

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

Shielded by my own obscurity, and by the lapse of years, and a few fictitious names, I do not fear to venture; and will candidly lay before the public what I would not disclose to the most intimate friend.

History is amoral: events occurred. But memory is moral; what we consciously remember is what our conscience remembers. History is the Totenbuch, The Book of the Dead, kept by the administrators of the camps. Memory is the Memorbucher, the names of those to be mourned, read aloud in the synagogue.

Geliebten Lakaien are once again here with us. Lisa, Heddy, Henrietta, Peter, and Jean Pierre

Marius of the many names and the many houses and the many lifetimes. So you have chosen a lovely child.

the foundations set up as tax shelters by the wealthy tended to spend as much money glorifying the donors' names and providing cushy jobs for their friends

Is Jensen really your name? she asked when he sat down again, closing the knife and tucking it back into his pocket. Does it matter? I've used any number of names. Jensen, Davidson, Wilson, Madsen. In other words your mother didn't know who your father was.

A driver had been sent to meet us. He was gray-haired, short, and nimble and introduced himself. I am Patrick and so is every fourth man in Ireland, and the ones in between are named Sean or Mick or Finn, and I'll be driving you.

You came after all, Z. Glad you made the party. (Acheron) What the hell? I didn't have anything better to do. Figured I might as well come kick ass and take names. Not that I really give a damn about their names. I'm just in it for the bloodlust. (Zarek)

You can be known as Val or Babycakes." His gaze darkened. "My name is Valerius and I will not answer to Val." She shrugged. "Fine then, Babycakes, have it your way.

Storm, Rain, and Sunshine, huh? (Talon) My mother's doing. I'm just glad she stopped at three. I was told the next one would have been named Cloudy Day. (Sunshine)

There was never any point in my life when I wasn't called Mr. Donen. I'm told my first words were, 'Call me Mr. Donen.' But I suspect that's apocryphal. My mother, Mrs. Donen, tended to exaggerate.

To let blessed babies go dangling and dawdling without names, for months and months, was enough to ruin them for life.

I wrote about my life just as I remembered it. I named names and it's very detailed. Hundreds of Sudanese refugees and people from Africa say that my journey is very similar to theirs.

Ideas about life organize perception; names of emotions organize sensations; rules of syntax organize thought. But pain comes on its own.