Resigned Quotes

“I'm trying to let him know what I'm about to do.
I'm hoping he can save me, even though I realize he can't.”
― Matthew Quick, Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock

“Rightly tired of the pain İ hear and feel, boss... where we's comin from or goin to or why... If İ could end it, İ would. But İ can't.”
― stephen king, The Green Mile

“Satisfied to die in the flower of her youth?"

"Well, at peace with you."

"Oh, 'peace'!" he murmured with his eyes on the fire.

"The peace of having loved."

He raised his eyes to her. "Is that peace?"

"Of having been loved," she went on. "That is. Of having," she wound up, "realised her passion. She wanted nothing more. She had had all she wanted.”
― Henry James, The Wings of the Dove

“And she looked at her life and seemed to understand it and to grieve over it as if it were already over.”
― Iris Murdoch, Henry and Cato

“The scribe was young, but the eyes he lifted to Moses' were as old as Egypt herself. There was no future in them, only the long past.”
― Dorothy Clarke Wilson, Prince of Egypt

“Maybe it's just as sad when bad people die, because they never lived long enough to redeem themselves."

Crystal turns away and starts heading toward the door, her upper lip twitching. "No. Monsters deserve to die the way they were born: unredeemable.”
― Mallory Arnold, How to Survive a Horror Story

“Sure, I have resigned from specific love affairs since such a stage of life that one can neither afford nor carry out its obligations; consequently, it may earn significant risks of self-isolation.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“But I do like to think there is a difference between being resigned to a situation and reconciled to it.”
― Amor Towles;

“She had to go. You have to go," Silka continues. "It's the only way I get back to my people."

"We all have people," I say. "You think yours will ever be able to forget this? I know mine won't." Write me off, Sid. Disown me. Spit when you hear my name. Failing at breaking the arena is nothing in the face of this.

"I'll tell how it was, when I get home," she says.

"Oh, you're not going home, Silka." I pull the ax from my belt. We're neither of us going home. I will kill her, and Snow will kill me. These Games will have no victor.

The second Quarter Quell poster.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping