Quotes About Resignation

No more Hope, no more Glory, no more parades for you and me…. Na poo, finny!

We cannot wonder enough at the facility with which men resign themselves to continue ignorant of what it is most important that they should know; and we may be certain that such ignorance is incorrigible in those who venture to proclaim this axiom: There are no absolute principles.

As life hits us head-on we can respond with resentment, resignation, acceptance, or welcome. We are the living examples of our responses.

That kind of empty; when hope is no longer deferred but evaporated, and try as you might, and you do try, you can't find the pleasure in the little things. A fine meal, good music, a breathtaking view of the landscape, the smell of the ocean, snow falling, it all adds up to a storehouse of memories and regrets, and you can't imagine there's a perchance left to be had.

Bunny does not want to kill herself. She does not want to die. It's that she no longer wants to live. To not want to be alive is not the same thing as wanting to be dead.

No matter what I do now, there are certain doors I have already closed, certain opportunities I'll never get back. There's nothing to be done, I guess. It is what it is.

After Nixon resigned in 1974, he engaged in a very aggressive war with history, attempting to wipe out the Watergate stain and memory. Happily, history won, largely because of Nixon's tapes.

Sie glaube, sagte Naomi sinngemäß, dass ihre Mutter, als sie von dem Turm sprang, das eigene Leben so schnell und doch würdig beendet habe, wie man ein Buch ohne richtige Handlung irgendwann zuklappt, statt es sklavisch zu Ende zu lesen.

When someone resigns, he is asked to hand in all that equipment—including the backpack.

That's when I gave up pinball. When the times comes, everybody gives up pinball. Nothing more to it.

It's the same as a hereditary disease, weakness. No matter how much you understand it, there's nothing you can do to cure yourself. It's not going to go away with a clap of the hand. It just keeps getting worse and worse

Life has gotten too much. I have no problem with dying as I am. I don't have the energy to go out and find a method to help me take my life. But quietly accepting death, that I can handle.

Simplemente, hazte a la idea, me digo. En este caso, pensar no sirve de nada. Nada de todo esto está en tus manos. Lo veas como lo veas, no puedes resistirte. Se ha decidido en otra parte.

O sentimento era de esperança, misturado com uma série de outras emoções - excitação, resignação, confusão, medo -, e tanto interrompia de repente como acabava por esmorecer. Como quando somos arrebatados por um súbito optimismo, para logo a seguir termos a certeza de que tudo irá acabar mal. E é quase sempre o que acaba por acontecer.

En realidad, estoy completamente a favor de la resignación. Puedes convencerte a ti mismo de cualquier guión que elijas y eso te tiene como unas pascuas;...

How shall a man escape from that which is written; How shall he flee from his destiny?

Yeah, I was in the phase for the last ten years or so where every record I made I said OK, that's the last one, I don't want to record anymore, I don't want to do this any more, I don't want to have a public life.

There is an honourable tradition in British public life that those charged with authority at the top of an organisation should accept responsibility for what happens in that organisation. I am therefore writing to the prime minister today to tender my resignation as chairman of the BBC.

Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.

After four years as Administrator of the SBA, I have let President Obama know that I will not be staying for a second term. I will stay on until my successor is confirmed to ensure a smooth and seamless transition.

CEOs resign when the internal dynamics of the company and the external dynamics of the company actually come together to say it is appropriate. When the internal dynamics ask you whether you have a replacement. I think the transition from CEOships have also become cartoonish.

I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.

I was unsure how I felt about this. I used to worry about not knowing how I felt in certain situations, but I had more recently decided to treat them as a convenient opportunity to feel nothing at all.

You can want and want and want, but if he doesn't want you back ... you might as well wish the sky were red.