Quotes About Resignation

thought of Dr. Court and was sorry that she was going to be disappointed. Joey knew his mother would be upset, but she had Donald and the new baby. It wouldn't take her long to see that it was all for the best. And his father. His father would just get drunk again. Joey kept his eyes open. He wanted to see the trees rush up at him. He took a long breath, held it, and dove.

The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.

Losing all hope was freedom.

this is the upside of already being eternally damned

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

Rant said that view of time was set up so folks won't live forever. It's the planned obsolescence we've all agreed to...'Nothing says you have to swallow this,' Rant told me. 'You can always just die.

I just couldn't go there yet. Settle for less. I didn't want to process through anything. I didn't want to pick up any pieces. Lower my expectations. Get on with my less-than life. I didn't want to feel better about being still alive. Start compensating.

Ev­ery last minute of my life has been pre­or­dained, and I'm sick and tired of it.

If she was going to die, Marla didn't want to know about it.

Nobody cared if he lived or died, and the feeling was fucking mutual.

This isn't anywhere I haven't been before. I've given up. In words muffled with exhaustion I whisper a prayer for my heart to stop.

My point is I know Brandy is maybe probably going to die, but I just can't get into it.

Encontré la libertad. Perder toda esperanza era la libertad

I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.

It feels bad, telling you all this. Spoiling the surprise, I mean. You'll see it all yourself, soon enough. That is, if you live too long. Or if you just give up and go nuts ahead of schedule. My mom, Eva, even you, eventually everybody gets a bracelet.

Esto era la libertad. La libertad consistía en perder toda esperanza.

One of those towns where the country had moved on but this place stayed behind, as if it had found grim comfort in the fact it would never grow up, would never get better, and it was what it was from here until it was gone.

Let the void come, and bring an end to the tyranny of hope.

Indifference was the best remedy. Once you conceded defeat, life was a feather bed.

Outside, somewhere near, the world would soon be waking. He had watched it wake from the window of this very room, day after day, stirring itself to another round of fruitless pursuits, and he'd known, known, that there was nothing left out there to excite him.

I have nothing to expect from life any more." What sort of answer can one give to that?

It was all he'd felt for too long to change now. Maybe it was too late for any other kind of life. This was all he knew. It was safe, insulated. Familiar. An absense of emotion kept him sane. Or what passed for it.

Finally it gave up- as some day life will give up- bothering me.

I'm so jealous," she whispered, and he blinked. "Of what?" Her head fell back on the pillow, and she stared up at the ceiling with the saddest eyes he'd ever seen. "You're so alive, Lore. There's fire in you. A will to live, when all I want is to be done with this life.