Quotes About Resignation

She didnt know that i was dead inside, that i had ruled out the chance of joy ever again. For that night and every night to follow. I had fully settled into my unhappiness and wore it comfortably

You are born into genius but have you resigned yourself to mediocrity ?

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell. I will never understand that but oh well.

Do with me, in me, and by me all that Thou wilt without resistance from me, in time and in eternity.

To live lightheartedly but not recklessly; to be gay without being boisterous; to be courageous without being bold; to show trust and cheerful resignation without fatalism -- this is the art of living.

The telephone could ring twice, Vito knew he was not going to pick it up. He would put on his leg before his trousers as he did every day on first getting up - at all events nothing good would ever again come by phone, and any way, no matter what, his leg came first.

Das einzige Mittel, dem Entsetzen zu entgehen, besteht darin, sich dem Entsetzen zu überlassen.

Vous savez ce que c'est, un grenier? C'est plein de choses qui sont comme mortes : d'anciennes armoires toutes cassées, de mauvais souliers, des corsages qui ont fait leur temps; enfin, des choses qu'on a mis là pour les laisser mourir toutes seules. Quand on les revoit, elles ont l'air de vous le reprocher; c'est toujours un peu triste.

Je revoyais, sous la clarté de mon briquet, Clarius étendu sur l'herbe, sur sa croix je veux dire ; j'entendais son « Tue-moi ». Au point où il en était, ça faisait un homme voué à la mort.

She made no comment, however—possibly on the principle that once the horse had bolted there was not very much to be gained from closing the stable door—merely placed the fresh bundle on top of his bedside cupboard.

The way people are for ever rolling their eyes to heaven and saying, 'Perhaps it's all for the best,' when they are perfectly dead sure it's not, makes me enraged. Humility or resignation or whatever you choose to call it, is simply impotent inertia. I'm for a more militant religion!

The way people are forever rolling their eyes to heaven and saying, "Perhaps it's all for the best," when they are perfectly dead sure it's not, makes me enraged. Humility or resignation or whatever you choose to call it, is simply impotent inertia.

The way people are forever rolling their eyes to heaven and saying: "Perhaps it's all for the best," when they are perfectly dead sure it's not, makes me enraged. Humility or resignation or whatever you choose to call it, is simply impotent inertia. I'm for a more militant religion!

He didn't seem like somebody you'd want to invite to a party unless you'd already given up on it.

Back there, I had always felt as if my work amounted to a futile attempt to save us from who we are.

Die? Then so be it.

The touch to which one resigns oneself because all resistance appears hopeless – and particularly so as regards the future – has, in our society, become the arrest . The feel of the hand of authority on his shoulder is usually enough to make a man give himself up without having to be actually seized. He cowers and goes quietly.

When the will of God crosses the will of man, somebody has to die.

But as we get older, we learn this sad truth; some things can never be fixed. Some mistakes can never be put right - not by the passage of time, and not by our most fervent wishes, either.

He studied her upturned face for a minute. "Please forgive me. I don't want you to hope. If there were any way—" "I know." She got to her feet. "I even understand." She walked briskly to the door. "I came down to get something for Rebecca. She must be wondering what happened to me.

Now it was too late. That could never happen. His future lay before him, one bleak stretch of unpleasant duty, to the end of his days.

And it was too late. No one wants to believe something is too late, but it is always becoming too late, and then it is.

She was just staring; and her face, as usual, was the face of a patient and disappointed Madonna.

One morning you wake up and are afraid you are going to live. In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead.