Quotes About Acknowledgment

She always says people's names like I should already know who they are.

You can call me Alexia. I like it when you say it.

As ugly as the truth is, it's even uglier when someone says out loud what you've been thinking to yourself.

I'm very humbled and honored. I'm very thankful to the Asian-American Community for all their support!

It's not enough to agree that we do tolerate at least some of them. Anyone except for the most self-righteous person will acknowledge that. "After all, no one is perfect," may be our attitude. But to honestly face those sins is another matter. For one thing, it is quite humbling. It also implies that we must do something about them. We can no longer continue to ignore them as we have in the past.

Acknowledging His holiness is one of the ways we are to praise God.

When we reached the car that was waiting to take us back to the Copa, Dean actually spoke to me for the first time in weeks. "You did that good, pal," he said. "Thanks," I said, and then we were quiet. Very quiet.

I had never realized how much I needed the attention of others to confirm my own presence.

recognized that he was a genius" (67)

In our neighborhood, the problem wasn't the person who made the mistake; it was the person who acknowledged the truth.

Does it, does it—I'm flailing here—does it have a name? What you've done? If it had a name, he says, what would that change, exactly? Would it be more acceptable to you? Would it be a thing people do? Would it have a category unto itself?

There are times when something is asked of us, and we find we must do it. There is no calculation involved, no measure of the necessity of the thing itself, the action that must be performed. There is simply an acknowledgment that we will do the thing in question, and then the thing is done, often at considerable personal cost. " "What goes into these decisions? What tiny factors, invisible, in the jutting edges of personality and circumstance, contribute to this inevitability?

I would like to dedicate this award to a young man who has been on my mind for the last 19 years: Ross. Ross didn't love me. I was pigeon-toed, I had a sway back, I was slightly cross-eyed, buck-toothed, I sucked my thumb. Look at me now, Ross! Look at me now!

When Swankie arrived at an RTR session wearing a T-shirt that said "Introverts Unite: We're Here, We're Uncomfortable, and We Want to Go Home," she got smiles and nods of acknowledgment all day.

This book was made possible by the letter "ø.

I'm done peeing now." "Thank you for letting me know.

My debt to you, Belov

No one cared what St. Louis thought, although the city got a wink for pluck.

Thank you," the old man said. He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility. But he knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride.

You did not have to like it because you understood it.

You know. Don't pretend you don't know.

You know. Don't pretend you don't know.

The grand illusion of committed love is that we think our partners are ours. In truth, their separateness is unassailable, and their mystery is forever ungraspable. As soon as we can begin to acknowledge this, sustained desire becomes a real possibility.

Often, when one partner insists that they don't yet feel acknowledged, even as the one who hurt them insists they feel terrible, it is because the response is still more shame than guilt, and therefore self-focused.