Quotes About Resignation

A physicist friend of mine once said that in facing death, he drew some consolation from the reflection that he would never again have to look up the word "hermeneutics" in the dictionary.

To conquer death you only have to die.

Oh well, no matter what happens, there's always death.

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

Death by hanging. That, at least, I thought I would be spared.

After a person dies, there is always something like a feeling of stupefaction, so difficult is it to comprehend this unexpected advent of nothingness and to resign oneself to believing it.

I'm going to die whatever you do, but I'm not afraid.

If Shaw and Einstein couldn't beat death, what chance have I got? Practically none.

I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.

Homeless, wifeless, mistressless, penniless . . . jump in the cold river and drown.

A culpa em alguém como Bucky pode parecer absurda, porém é, de fato, inevitável. Uma pessoa como ele está condenada. Jamais irá corresponder ao ideal que carrega dentro de si. Nunca sabe onde termina sua responsabilidade. Jamais aceita seus limites porque, sobrecarregado com uma severa bondade natural que não lhe permite resignar-se ao sofrimento dos outros, nunca admitirá , sem se sentir culpado, que possa estar sujeito a alguma limitação

Resignation is the better part of wisdom.

Man is a prisoner who has no right to open the door of his prison and run away... A man should wait, and not take his own life until God summons him.

non era rassegnazione cosciente, ma il torpore opaco delle bestie domate con le percosse, a cui non dolgono più le percosse.

It … It … It is what it is!

There is a certain freedom in giving up all hope. One is no longer bound by the cords of dread or fear; you simply move toward the inevitable without thinking on the consequences.

Hello again, I said to death. I was resigned, if not ready.

I'm old, girl. Gonna die of something. Might as well be chocolate.

The story that had once singed and flared in her had long since receded, as her habit of silence turned, over the decades, into law. Did she mean to take it to the grave with her, then? Plainly, that was what she was going to do. She was going to take it to the grave. And it would end there. Dust.

Maybe they traveled into darkness eternal without protest because they lacked the imagination to envision anything else.

victimhood was seductive, a release from responsibility and caring: Fear would be transmuted into weary resignation; failure would no longer generate guilt but, instead, would spawn a comforting self-pity.

Carson heard that expression more often these days—It is what it is—and it nettled him every time someone spoke it.

Carson heard that expression more often these days—It is what it is—and it nettled him every time someone spoke it. He wanted to say to Eckman, You are what you are, and now I know what that is.

It was one of the moments you stay in, to hell with all the troubles of before and after. The sky is blue and the dead are coming back. Later in the afternoon, with sad resignation, the county fair bares its breasts.