Quotes About Resignation

Silence is worse when you know it won't be broken.

when your time came, it came, and that was that. You might say something smart on your way out, but you might just as easily say something stupid.

All he knows is that something stepped in front of him, blocking his way, until in time he gave up on things, he gave up studying engineering and he gave up on the idea of traveling. He sat down in his life. And there he remained.

His running was over. His dancing was over. Worse, for some reason, the way he used to feel about things was over, too. He withdrew. Things seemed silly or pointless

But there was also something sad and confessional in his face, something weary in his voice, as if he'd had enough of the world, or at least certain parts of it.

they faced it not with bravery, exactly, and not with panic either, not mostly, but instead with a resignation shot through with moments of tension, with tension ebbing and flowing, and when the tension receded there was calm, the calm that is called the calm before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.

and they faced it not with bravery, exactly, and not with panic either, not mostly, but instead with a resignation shot through with moments of tension, with tension ebbing and flowing, and when the tension receded there was calm, the calm that is called the calm before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.

I hated him and his silence ferociously: I knew he was only letting me convince myself there was nothing to be done.

1I smiled bitterly, a defeated man pitifully begging a God in whom he had never trusted.

Perhaps Bernarda was right after all, and in this lousy world, sometimes, some things did end the way they should.

her face, less well-chiselled than it used to be, had that slightly defeated expression that comes with routine and disappointment.

A bedjacket speaks of desperation, and what it says is: toodle-oo.

Don't fight heaven. You'll lose every time.

Me visto con ropa que hace demasiados años que llevo, de una talla que no consigo variar, que me pone enferma, y que me ha hecho perder la voluntad de hacer algo respecto a... nada, o nada respecto a algo.

I don't want to do anything. I don't wish to go anywhere. Most of the time I don't want to even be here, but you're not supposed to say that, are you? You're just supposed to say insightful meaningful things that surprise people so that they can tell other people how brave you are. Brave, but I was never the brave one. Why it should fall upon me to become that now is beyond me.

Realizing your potential is gone—that's pretty bad. But the worst thing is being okay with that.

I don't like having feelings, Eric said coldly, and he left.

I won't be managing the Mets. I am closing the door on managing the Mets and probably everybody else.

Deciding to leave Milan's bench is not easy. But it's a decision I had to make.

We run away from one thing into the other and destroy ourselves in the process, he said. We just simply go away until we have given up, so he said. Preference

When we meet the very best, we have to give up, I thought.

It seemed that we were condemned to be who we were, which was not a particularly good prospect.

What is it, Angel? she said, starting up. Have they come for me? Yes, dearest, he said. They have come. It is as it should be, she murmured. Angel, I am almost glad—yes, glad! This happiness could not have lasted. It was too much. I have had enough; and now I shall not live for you to despise me! She stood up, shook herself, and went forward, neither of the men having moved. I am ready, she said quietly.

She had learned the lesson of renunciation and was as familiar with the wreck of each day's wishes as with the diurnal setting of the sun.