At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice.
Fatalism is the lazy man's way of accepting the inevitable.
Make sense who may. I switch off.
Resignation, not mystic, not detached, but resignation open-eyed, conscious, and informed by love, is the only one of our feelings for which it is impossible to become a sham.
Give up the feeling of responsibility, let go your hold, resign the care of your destiny to higher powers, be genuinely indifferent as to what becomes of it all and you will find not only that you gain a perfect inward relief, but often also, in addition, the particular goods you sincerely thought you were renouncing.
Mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.
We'd like to fight but we fear defeat, we'd like to work but we're feeling too weak, we'd like to be sick but we'd get the sack, we'd like to behave, we'd like to believe, we'd like to love, but we've lost the knack.
I can imagine no more comfortable frame of mind for the conduct of life than a humorous resignation.
We learn resignation not by our own suffering, but by the suffering of others.
What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.