Quotes About Surrender

Podemos ignorar nuestro propio consejo y confiar más en la vida.

My hand was a balloon sculpture, nerveless and fragile; it wouldn't do what it was told.

Strange, we're ready for our enemies and the hard-fought campaigns. But it's the love and grace that brings us to our knees in tears.

Obedient to constraint, I was compelled to submit

Ach, messer, niech pan nie sÅ'ucha tej biednej kobiety! W owej suterenie ju? od dawna mieszka ktoÅ› inny, a w ogóle to siÄ™ nie zdarza, ?eby cokolwiek znowu byÅ'o tak, jak ju? byÅ'o.

Dobrze, ju? dobrze – powiedzia? mistrz, roze?mia? si? i doda?: - Oczywi?cie, ludzie ograbieni ze wszystkiego jak my oboje szukaj? ocalenia u si? nadprzyrodzonych.

Ah, so?!' Ivan said, turning around with a wild and hunted look. 'Well, then… Goodbye!' And he rushed head first into the windowblind. The crash was rather forceful, but the glass behind the blind gave no crack, and in an instant Ivan Nikolaevich was struggling in the hands of the orderlies. He gasped, tried to bite, shouted: 'So that's the sort of windows you've got here!

The weary man knows it. And without regret he leaves the mists of the earth, its swamps and rivers, with a light heart he gives himself into the hands of death, knowing that she alone can bring him peace.

Am I to follow him? the master enquired uneasily, with a touch on his reins. No, answered Woland, why try to pursue what is completed?

We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. He is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down.

It was vertigo. A heady, insuperable longing to fall. We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. He is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down. -Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, p. 76

There are moments in life when a man retreats defensively, when he must give ground, when he must surrender less important positions in order to protect the more important ones. But should it come to the very last, the most important one, at this point a man must halt and stand firm if he doesn't want to begin life all over again with idle hands and a feeling of being shipwrecked.

She began to teeter as she walked, fell almost daily, bumped into things or, at the very least, dropped objects. She was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. She lived in a constant state of vertigo. 'Pick me up,' is the message of a person who keeps falling.

If he invited her to come, then come she would, and offer him up her life.

She was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. She lived in a constant state of vertigo. "Pick me up", is the message of a person who keeps falling.

He who gives himself up like a prisoner of war must give up his weapons as well. And deprived in advance of defense against a possible blow, he cannot help wondering when the blow will fall.

He who gives himself up like a prisoner of war must give up his weapons as well. And deprived in advance of defense against a possible blow, he cannot help wondering when the blow will fall. That is why I can say that for Franz, love meant the constant expectation of a blow.

The only explanation I can suggest is that for Franz, love was not an extension of public life but its antithesis. It meant a longing to put himself in the mercy of his partner. He who gives himself up his weapons as well. And deprived in advance of defense against a possible blow, he cannot help wondering when the blow will fall. That is why I can say that for Franz, love meant the constant expectation of a blow.

He felt responsible for his fate, but his fate felt no responsibility for him.

She surrendered her body to the judgment of someone else's eyes- and that was a source of anxious uncertainty.

Cuando uno ataca otro tiene que retroceder, no hay más remedio. La retirada, como todos saben, es la más difícil de las maniobras militares

Quien se entrega a otro como un soldado que se rinde, debe hacer previamente entrega de cualquier tipo de arma. Y si se queda sin defensa alguna ante un ataque, no podrá evitar preguntarse: ¿Cuándo llegará el ataque? Por eso puedo decir. Para Franz el amor significaba la permanente espera de un ataque.

Era la vertigine. L'ottenebrante, irresistibile desiderio di cadere. La vertigine potremmo anche chiamarla ebbrezza della debolezza. Ci si rende conto della propria debolezza e invece di resisterle, ci si vuole abbandonare a essa. Ci si ubriaca della propria debolezza, si vuole essere ancor più deboli, si vuole cadere in mezzo alla strada, davanti a tutti, si vuole stare in basso, ancora più in basso.

O amor era pra ele o desejo de se abandonar às vontades e caprichos do outro. Aquele que se entrega ao outro como um soldado se constitui prisioneiro, deve antes entregar todas as armas. E, vendo-se sem defesa, não pode deixar de se indagar quando virá o golpe. Posso, portanto, dizer que o amor era para Franz a espera contínua do golpe.