Quotes About Resignation

Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life so you bought some sweatpants.

Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so little hope for advancement.

The sad thing about true stupidity is that you can do absolutely nothing about it.

If I weren't already dead, I'd have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.

Yo soy carne muerta. Translation: I am dead meat.

I can't do anything to death, doctor's orders.

People who say, 'Let the chips fall where they may, ' usually figure they will not be hit by a chip.

That's it, Uncle Huey!" Imogene Duckworthy whipped off her apron and flung it onto the slick, stainless steel counter. "I quit!" If only her voice didn't sound so young.

I guess we'll just sit around here and casually die, then.

I am too tired, even to be happy.

Don't try or welcome the consequences

Resignation requires will, and will requires decision, and decision requires belief, and belief requires that there is something to believe in!

I was depressed, but that was a side issue. This was more like closing up shop, or, say, having a big garage sale, where you look at everything you've bought in your life, and you remember how much it meant to you, and now you just tag it for a quarter and watch 'em carry it off, and you don't care. That's more like how it was.

In September 1919, Woodrow Wilson suffered a series of debilitating strokes that should have led to his resignation. For over a month, the president was so sick that he received no visitors and his wife, Edith Galt, and physician, Dr. Cary Grayson, essentially took over the affairs of state.

E algumas noites vi a brasa do cigarro dele na escuridão, como se fosse a de um soldado nas trincheiras, tão exausto e enojado que já não se importa de denunciar a sua posição e morrer de um disparo certeiro guiado pelo seu lume persistente.

His life, for years past, had been mainly a succession of resigned adaptations, and he had learned, before dealing practically with his embarrassments, to extract from most of them a small tribute of amusement. (The Triumph Of The Night)

The inexorable facts closed in on him like prison-warders handcuffing a convict. There was no way out—none. He was a prisoner for life, and now his one ray of light was to be extinguished.

But I've caught it already. I am dead — I've been dead for months and months.

Later that day when I passed the Admin lieutenant and the Sargeant standing by the Desk, I said casually, I'm leaving too, Sarge. Okay, he said, and I kept on walking.

The lawyers and historians concurred in teaching, that the Imperial authority was held, not by the delegated commission, but by the irrevocable resignation of the senate; that the emperor was freed from the restraint of civil laws, could command by his arbitrary will the lives and fortunes of his subjects, and might dispose of the empire as of his private patrimony. [

Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.

And so it was that at the age of thirty-five or so I dismissed all interest in public affairs, and have regarded them ever since as a mere spectacle, mostly a comedy, rather squalid, rather hackneyed, whereof I already knew the plot from beginning to end. I have written a little about them now and then,

I gave up the unequal struggle against what appeared to be in my fate, indeed, I welcomed it with more affection. As one embraces a foe one can't defeat and I felt liberated.

Cansada del estruendo mágico de las vocales Cansada de inquirir con los ojos elevados Cansada de la espera del yo de paso Cansada de aquel amor que no sucedió Cansada de mis pies que sólo saben caminar Cansada de la insidiosa fuga de preguntas Cansada de dormir y de no poder mirarme Cansada de abrir la boca y beber el viento Cansada de sostener las mismas vísceras Cansada del mar indiferente a mis angustias