Unrecognized Worth Quotes

Some people die at 25 and aren't buried until 75.

Do not expect to be acknowledged for what you are, much less for what you would be; since no one can well measure a great man but upon the bier.

So few people recognize me, I can do what anyone does.

There's nothing special about me. Nothing has come easy.

For so long, I looked at myself as literally a kid who was talented who would go up and down the pool. That's it. Nothing else. Very few people knew who I really was.

I learned at a young age that my voice was not wanted or heard, so I went silent. I did what I was told and set goals based on what everyone else expected of me.

My youth is escaping without giving me anything it owes me.

Nashville is the place where I first realized how impossible it is to look at someone and know what is inside them, what special something they possess.

I don't think I want to win anything I think I want to die unadorned.

I've spent my whole life with people underestimating me.

You know you have more to offer, and it gets frustrating when you aren't given the chance.

I feel like I have been portrayed as if I was standing outside Cipriani hoping someone picks me as their plus-one.

There are a lot of weird things you might find in your basement or your attic that may have a lot of value.

I play with a chip on my shoulder always, I feel like people don't always give me credit for my skills and talents and that's just the way it is. I also don't care too much, I don't feel like I'm crazy disrespected. I have a chip on my shoulder at all times.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Now it has appeared to me unfair that humanity should be engaged perpetually in calling all those things bad which have been good enough to make other things better, in everlastingly kicking down the ladder by which it has climbed. It has appeared to me that progress should be something else besides a continual parricide; therefore I have investigated the dust-heaps of humanity, and found a treasure in all of them. I have found that humanity is not incidentally engaged, but eternally and systematically engaged, in throwing gold into the gutter and diamonds into the sea.