Quotes About Resignation

The stone bench is gray. The grass is gray. My life is dirty gray

No es que haya que vivir, puesto que la vida nos es fatalmente dada... la vida se vive a sí misma, nos guste o no.

Parecía especializarse en causas perdidas. Perderlas primero y después largarse atrás como un loco.

Mi diagnóstico es sencillo, sé que no tengo remedio.

Sie rollte] sich am Ende auf einem Sessel zusammen wie eine Katze, der Ungewissheit müde, und sah zu, wie es über den Schieferdächern Tag wurde, durch all den Rauch hindurch, der Platz hatte, zwischen einem Augenpaar und einem geschlossenen Fenster und einer inbrünstig nutzlosen Nacht.

In a better world I would have kissed her over the ice trays and that would have been the end of all our troubles. But you know exactly what kind of world we live in. It ain't no fucking Middle-earth. I just nodded my head, said, See you around, Lola, and drove home.

I figured this staying up meant something. Maybe it was loss or love or some other word that we say when it's too fucking late but the boys weren't into melodrama.

When you look at the reasons people leave companies, it's usually because their boss is a jerk or because they aren't learning and growing.

Defiance or resignation? It seemed to me that both were in order, but the proportions of each had to be right. The mix—the recipe—had to make sense. The same went for hope and dread. I could wade into but not wallow in either.

I say, Billy, what's the use in playing croquet when you're doomed? He says, Frankie, what's the use of not playing croquet when you're doomed?

Communication is pointless and we're all doomed.

If ever I was in a plane that was going down, rather than screaming, crying and railing against the inevitable, I would look out the window, watch my death speeding toward me, and fully appreciate the final experience of my life.

I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.

If I could get my membership fee back, I'd resign from the human race.

Valence passa une main sur ses yeux et quitta la fenêtre. -L'alcool est là, lui dit Néron en tendant les bras.

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death ... and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next. – SHAKESPEARE

Whereas all her life her mother had more often than not been in conflict not only with others but with herself, her own circumstances, angry about one thing or another, mostly dissatisfied and even resentful of her lot in life, now she seemed to have let that go. But in its stead, there appeared to be nothing. As if she had finally fully burned her ability to care about anything in the long-stoked fire of her discontent. And now she was empty.

The look of disbelief that ran across the boy's face was somehow more disturbing than the despair it had replaced. This creature had given up hope long ago; he probably begged out of habit rather than expectation.

Resigned sigh." I looped us after an enemy ship. "Did you just say the words resigned sigh?" "I find human nonlinguistic communications to be too easily misinterpreted," he said. "So I'm experimenting with ways to make them more explicit." "Doesn't that defeat the purpose?" "Obviously not. Dismissive eye-roll.

I am growing so very tired.

I have lost the will to change

What's wrong with feeling nostalgic? It's the only distraction left for those who have no faith in the future." Nostalgia can be a dangerous distraction, and it can underpin a feeling of resignation or hopelessness after a fall.

I know it does not matter that I do not understand.

We often say, "I am not very happy. I am not content with the way my life is going. I am not really joyful or peaceful. But I don't know how things can be different, and I guess I have to be realistic and accept my life as it is." It is this mood of resignation that prevents us from actively naming our reality, articulating our experience, and moving more deeply into the life of the Spirit.