Quotes About Resignation

I was no longer, if I had ever been, afraid to die: I was now afraid not to die.

The Mavericks and I have mutually agreed that it's in the best interest of both parties for me to step away from the team.

Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery.' My immortality notwithstanding, the sentiment was sincere.

Keep your love, I have no use for it anymore.

I abandoned the crate and curled up on the floor. There was no risking a hotel now, not on the last night. There would be no electric blanket, no champagne, no room service. What a world. It was the same world that would end tomorrow night.

I know I'm drinking myself to a slow death, but then I'm in no hurry.

I can't bring myself to say, 'Well, I guess I'll be toddling along.' It isn't that I can't toddle. It's just that I can't guess I'll toddle.

She had the resigned indifference of extreme old age. Buildings and empires rose and fell. It snowed. It stopped snowing. People came and went. One day death would come for her, and she would not find that surprising either, and she would not care -

Excellent. I approve of statesmen who write philosophy. It means they have given up all hope of power.

Didn't Cause it, can't Cure it, can't Control it.

He never understood. You surrender after you're dead.

Lo hecho, hecho estaba, y él tendría que vivir con ello. La muerte sería una liberación de todo aquello con lo que tenía que vivir.

Hey, Mags. Um - how are you holding up? I don't think I'm going to love you anymore. What's the point? You are just going to die like everyone else...

I have always believed that firing someone or asking for a resignation should be carried out face-to-face by the one making the decision. (The only two presidents I had worked for who were willing to do this were Ford and Carter.)

When spontaneity and individuality and really good original stuff occurred in a classroom it was in spite of the instruction, not because of it. This seemed to make sense. He was ready to resign. Teaching dull conformity to hateful students wasn't what he wanted to do.

That's extremely important to understand. He had given up. Because he'd given up, the surface of life was comfortable for him. He worked reasonably hard, was easy to get along with and, except for an occasional glimpse of inner emptiness shown in some short stories he wrote at the time, his days passed quite usually.

Because he'd given up, the surface of life was comfortable for him. He worked reasonably hard, was easy to get along with and, except for an occasional glimpse of inner emptiness shown in some short stories he wrote at the time, his days passed quite usually.

He was ready to resign. Teaching dull conformity to hateful students wasn't what he wanted to do.

His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay oneself down to die at the end of every day, without thinking anything of it, was something he had not yet acquired.

He could not understand my decision to resign from a career that offered high pay, great benefits, lots of time off, and opportunity for promotion. When he asked me one evening, "Why did you quit?" I could not explain it to him, though I tried hard to. My logic did not fit his logic.

I had a great career ahead of me, yet I resigned after six months with the company

Well, that is another hope gone. My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

nothing to hinder me. But that brief dream is over. I am resigned to my fate now, so I don't think I'll go out for fear I'll get unresigned again.

The moment when a woman realises that she has nothing to live for--neither love, duty, purpose nor hope--holds for her the bitterness of death.