Quotes About Resignation

I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.

It's ok if you want to stop fighting.

Knowing that something bad is going to happen, whether you want it to or not, to the point that you just want it to happen so you can stop dreading it.

if your colleague tells you they've decided to quit, it was voluntary. But when someone else tells you they've decided to quit, it was mandatory.

your colleague tells you they've decided to quit, it was voluntary. But when someone else tells you they've decided to quit, it was mandatory.

As the saying goes, if your colleague tells you they've decided to quit, it was voluntary. But when someone else tells you they've decided to quit, it was mandatory.

I'm just getting too old for this shit.

It doesn't matter that I weigh more than both of them put together. I know when I'm beat. I let Natalie open the door.

I got to a traffic light, and it turned red. I said, "Why me?"

After much prayerful consideration, I feel that I must say I have climbed my last political mountain.

Some things you simply accepted, the way you accepted the sunrise or the winter cold. They called it lupine fatalism, but in reality it was plain common sense.

I checked his eyes and saw the familiar superiority. He was painfully aware that his world was populated with people of lesser intelligence, and his eyes told me he was regretfully resigned to slumming. Saiman.

Tony looked at me with the long-suffering patience of an adult child who knew an educational lecture was coming and there was no way to escape.

My voice was so bitter I could taste it. "It doesn't matter. I thought you wanted to be with me. You made me want"—I struggled with words—"things I didn't think I would ever get. I thought we had a chance. But it's over now.

There had been no men in the village for so long that even these soldiers, the invaders, seemed in their rightful place. The invaders felt it too; they stretched out in the sunshine. The mothers of prisoners or soldiers killed in the war looked at them and begged God to curse them, but the young women just looked at them.

He can do anything he likes and I'm so lonely, oh so lonely— And I put up with it because there was nothing else to do—

I've never had any luck, Brad. I don't even hope for any any more.

I can see this so clearly because I have long ago given up my own hopes of being happy.

The calmness was the final tone of despair.

But by now anything was better than hope.

Let him die peacefully in his sleep and not know. Only not tonight, not tonight.

Settle down! she thought. Yes, settle down into dreariness and quietness and forgetfulness and boredom.

Who?" "Schiller. A German dramatist of three centuries ago. In a play about Joan of Arc, he said, 'Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.' I'm no god and I'll contend no longer. Let it go, Pete, and go your way. Maybe the world will last our time and, if not, there's nothing that can be done anyway. I'm sorry, Pete. You fought the good fight, but you lost, and I'm through.

No ha dicho cuando volverá. Hardin contestó: -Lo sé…; ¡Pero espero que no vuelva hasta que usted y yo estemos segura y cómodamente muertos!