Quotes About Resignation

Despair can come from deep grief, but it can also be a defense against the risks of bitter disappointment and shattering heartbreak. Resignation and cynicism are easier, more self-soothing postures that do not require raw vulnerability and tragic risk of hope. To choose hope is to step firmly forward into the howling wind, baring one's chest to the elements, knowing that, in time, the storm will pass.

YOU KNOW THAT SOMETHING is coming. Something—a specific, dire, and awful something—will happen. You envision it, you push it away. It rolls slowly, inexorably, back into your mind. You make what preparation you can. Or you think you do, though your bones know the truth—there isn't any way to sidestep, accommodate, lessen the impact. It will come, and you will be helpless before it.

DON'T ASK QUESTIONS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR THE ANSWERS TO In the woods, an hour's ride outside Philadelphia JOHN GREY HAD BEEN quite resigned to

To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?

Fair enough," I whispered, and drained the cup, the shreds of tea leaf strong and bitter on my tongue.

Obviously, death is ahead of me. I don't look forward to dying one little bit. But, you know, I simply don't worry about it because it's going to happen to me as it does to anybody.

I don't enter, I'm entered. It's up to someone else. It's up to them.

Enigma Ya no vendrá nada más. Nunca más será ya primavera. Los calendarios milenarios a cualquiera lo predicen. Pero tampoco verano y más adelante lo que tiene nombres tan buenos como "veraniego"- No vendrá ya nada más. No debes llorar, dice una música. Más no dice nadie.

I myself am a person who has never resigned myself, who is absolutely never resigned, who can't imagine it at all. I simply observe, and I observe in so many people, and often very quickly, a resignation that terrifies me, that's it.

Women, our superiors! Yes, my brothers: accept this strange judgement from the mouth of one who has known many of them. They are superior to us in the constancy of their sacrifice, in their faith, their resignation, they die better than us; in short they are superior to us in the most important things, in the practical science of life, which as you know, is a race to death.

Enough of this soul-searching. What would be, would be. She could only do what she thought was right.

Since I no longer expect anything from mankind except madness, meanness, and mendacity; egotism, cowardice, and self-delusion, I have stopped being a misanthrope.

That old saying which the peasants call the bachelors' prayer: "I pray thee, good Lord, that I may not be married. But if I am to be married, that I may not be a cuckold. But if I am to be a cuckold, that I may not know. But if I am to know, that I may not mind."

You're the sort of person who, on principle, no longer expects anything of anything. There are plenty, younger than you or less young, who live in the expectation of extraordinary experiences: from books, from people, from journeys, from events, from what tomorrow has in store. But not you. You know that the best you can expect is to avoid the worst.

ma Pin non ha voglia di giocare e continua a camminare a perdifiato, con una tristezza che gli annuvola la gola.

It's not that you expect anything in particular from this particular book. You're the sort of person who, on principle, no longer expects anything of anything.

This fall I think you're riding for—it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started.

Maybe she should give up. Not by turning herself in, but by flying away. Travel back across the Atlantic. Become a Canadian. Live a tranquil life in the 'burbs of Toronto. Marry a bland businessman who drank Molson and followed the Maple Leafs.

Only recently did it dawn on me all the things I will never do: I will never have an apartment in Rome. I will never have another lover. I will never radically change my life again.

People can get upset at the fact that someone resigned. I'm much more focused on the fact that people are harming themselves and, sometimes, taking their own lives, because of bigotry and prejudice. (in response to criticism for his views on ex-Essendon FC CEO Andrew Thorburn's links to a controversial church, saying the issues are "much much bigger" than a footy club)

By the tie I arrived at the clinic I was typically so demoralized I could barely stand. I was twenty-three years old and I looked like Nixon resigning the presidency.

You see now how little nature requires, to be satisfied. Felicity, the companion of content, is rather found in our own breasts than in the enjoyment of external things, and I firmly believe it requires but a little philosophy to make a man happy in whatsoever state he is. This consists in a full resignation to the will of Providence, and a resigned soul finds pleasure in a path strewed with briers and thorns.

At a certain point, we all have to come to terms with the unknown and the unknowable. Sometimes we'll never know why.

In some ways, Mary thought, Irma lived her whole life anxious to get things over with, as if she knew the end of her story all along, and didn't feel the middle pages worth the effort of a read.