resignation

As her fate, she accepted the world of ice, shining, shimmering, dead; she resigned herself to the triumph of glaciers and the death of the world.

I took a heavenly ride through our silenceI knew the moment had arrivedFor killing the past and coming back to life".

My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping.

There was something in her eyes that made me trust her. Maybe it was because they held the same cynicism, the same world-weariness I saw in my own every morning when I looked at myself in the mirror.

For too long I have played on the stage of lucidity, and I have lost. Now I need to accustom my eyes to the falling darkness. I need to contemplate the natural slumber of all things, which the light calls forth, yet also causes to tire. Life must begin in darkness. Its powers of germination lie hidden. Every day has its night, every light has its shadow.I cannot be asked to accept these shadows gladly. It is enough that I accept them.

What do we any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of others but that we be allowed to keep them?

One way to be sure you are not making the wrong decision, is to lookvertically upwards

Just as the earth that bears the man who tills and digs it, to bear those who speak ill of them, is a quality of the highest respect.

Resignation requires will, and will requires decision, and decision requires belief, and belief requires that there is something to believe in!

I made the mistake of using my earned sick time at the W. M. Keck Observatory for essential surgery. When I returned to work the management team demanded my resignation numerous times, citing my essential surgery as a reason. The W. M. Keck Observatory taught me that using earned sick time in the USA may put your future employment at significant risk.

Ashtadukht slumped and let thenightingale__ song flood her brain. She knew that empty tone, that defeatedoutlook; she knew it intimately. Even now, it burned in her as limply as asnuffed flame. Passion burned with unchecked verve, devoured its fuel, andsputtered out. Despair required no upkeep; it heaped barely-glowing coals inthe back of your mind and fuelled itself.

To know there is a better story for your life and to choose something other is like choosing to die.

What do you mean, 'Angle of Repose?' she asked me when I dreamed we were talking about Grandmother's life, and I said it was the angle at which a man or woman finally lies down. I suppose it is; and yet ... I thought when I began, and still think, that there was another angle in all those years when she was growing old and older and very old, and Grandfather was matching her year for year, a separate line that did not intersect with hers. They were vertical people, they lived by pride, and it is only by the ocular illusion of perspective that they can be said to have met. But he had not been dead two months when she lay down and died too, and that may indicate that at that absolute vanishing point they did intersect. They had intersected for years, for more than he especially would ever admit.

Resignation is what kills people. Once they've rejected resignation, humans gain the privilege of making humanity their footpath.

All history is one continuous pestilence. There is no truth and there is no illusion. There is nowhere to appeal and nowhere to go.

The true philosopher is a man who says "All right," and goes to sleep in his armchair.

A person could stop a specific thing, but they couldn__ stop change in general. Rivers can__ run backward. Yet, he felt there must be an alternative, neither willfulness nor resignation. He couldn__ put words to it. All he knew was, neither of them had changed their minds and neither of them could find anything more to say.

The first lesson a revolutionary must learn is that he is a doomed man.