Quotes About Resignation

We can see the mushroom cloud and we are going to die soon, no matter what we do or eat or say. I wish I had known this all along.

Zapanjen sam kako sam svjesno, korak po korak, ušao u sve to; kako sam uvijek u tako jasnom svjetlu vidio svoj položaj, a ipak sam postupao kao dijete; kako i sada još jasno vidim, a još uvijek nema ni traga nade da stvari po?u nabolje.

When I consider the narrow limits within which our active and inquiring faculties are confined; when I see how all our energies are wasted in providing for mere necessities, which again have no further end than to prolong a wretched existence; and then that all our satisfaction concerning certain subjects of investigation ends in nothing better than a passive resignation... when I consider all this... I am silent.

I failed to communicate, that's why I chose to leave

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Dying is the last thing I will ever do.

We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.

A great part of this life consists in contemplating what we cannot cure.

Right before my eyes, I could see my life going away from me and there was nothing I could do.

A good supply of resignation is of the first importance in providing for the journey of life.

I can feel it in my bones: I'm gonna spend my whole life alone.

I don't do anything. My life sucks.

I am not resigned: I am not sure life is long enough to learn that lesson.

A book is a postponed suicide.

How does it happen that in life as in literature, rebellion, however pure, has something false about it, whereas resignation, however tainted with listlessness, always gives the impression of authenticity

Miss Abbott, don't worry over me. Some people are born not to do things. I'm one of them.

Fa niente, sono vecchia

The wonderful things are over

Then Maurice said in affectionate yet dejected tones, 'All right. To Hell with it,' and they passed on together in the rain.

A luz que eu possuía apagou-se há seis semanas. Não quero ser bom, nem amável, nem corajoso. Se continuar a viver, serei… não essas coisas, mas o oposto delas. E também não é isso que quero; não quero nada.

I guess I had, too, this melancholy, and somehow Buddy Holly dying at least gave me a tangible reason for this feeling. Maybe it's just all the sadness I see in the people around me, just below the surface I mean, and the fact that there's nothing I can do about it. Life is like that sometimes.

One of the more insidious features of Trumpism is that it deliberately seeks to occupy every ounce of our attention. In doing so, it aims to force our resignation to the banality of evil and the mundaneness of cruelty.

When I'm all alone it's the best way to be. When I'm by myself nobody else can say goodbye. Everything is temporary anyway. When the streets are wet the colors slip into the sky. But I don't know why that means you and I are that means you and... I quit, I give up. Nothin's good enough for anybody else, it seems.

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.