Best 2587 quotes in «giving up quotes» category

He has no talent at all, that boy! You, who are his friend, tell him, please, to give up painting. –--Manet to Monet, on Renoir---

Here’s to the “so-so-ing” it. Here’s to the working since I was 14 in a smoke clouded day. Here’s to saying I could stay until the forms were faxed. Here’s to driving home past dark and dozing off the road. Here’s to no over time. Here’s to the long line to management. Here’s to ALREADY DONE THAT! Here’s to quitting, saying I’m through, saying I can’t compete for your leftover lean cuisine. Here’s to art. Here’s to freedom. Here’s to saying God gave me every penny and knowing it’s true. Here’s to the next 40 years with you. Here’s to the new. — Adrianna Stepiano

Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.

Her shift in thinking was clearly conflicted. It must have been difficult to disavow something for which she had a deep love and in which she had been immersed so much of her life.

He waited for the black, terrible anger as though for some beast out of the night. But it did not come to him. His bowels seemed weighted with lead, and he walked slowly and lingered against fences and the cold, wet walls of buildings by the way. Descent into the depths until at last there was no further chasm below. He touched the solid bottom of despair and there took ease.

Holding onto your dreams is better than holding onto your nightmares.

How easy it would be just to let go, to go willingly into all that wonderful energy.

If giving up is to fail, then to hell with give up!

I believe the world is divided in three groups: givers, takers and the few that can balance both impulses. Giving and loving is a beautiful thing. It is the currency of compassion and kindness, it is what separates good people from the rest. And without it, the world would be a bleak place. If you are a giver, it is wise to define your boundaries because takers will take what you allow them to; all givers must learn to protect that about themselves or eventually, there is nothing left to give.

I can have patience for anything, but it's waiting for love, that kills me a little each day.

I feel I'm at the end of something — everything is going to be different — and terrible." "That doesn't sound like you, you ride every wave." "There is one that will drown me.

How many of us stop short of success on purpose? How many of us sabotage our own happiness because failure, while miserable, is a fear we're familiar with? Success, however, dreams come true, are a whole new kind of terrifying, an entire new species of responsibilities and disillusions, requiring a new way to think, act and become. Why do we REALLY quit? Because it's hopeless? Or because it's possible...

I can't take it anymore, I can't put up with this suffering I neither understand nor know when it will end.

I cry even harder, thinking of how it could have been, of how I thought it would be. For the first time, I want to give up, to die, because suddenly everything is too much and there is no solution in sight.

I feel as though the end is never worth the pain of fearing You listen to the words I say without ever truly hearing I've noticed you are simply just another human being You look into my eyes and smile without ever truly seeing I no longer see the point in trying to be overbearing Because you told me that you loved me without ever truly caring

If you give up on your dreams, let that crush you and destroy you, even if just a little, if your children are watching. Otherwise, when you're telling them that they must pursue theirs, they will look at you and say "you didn't and you're doing just fine.

If you don't make a difference, you don't matter.

If you not on a death bed, then why are you saying you can't do it or you have done it all?

If you talk about what you "can't do" before even considering what you "can do", you will never become what you could have been.

I have found that sometimes when a person gives up on 'humankind' they can often find trust and love in animal kind. André Chevalier

I gave up on you Not because I couldn’t keep fighting But For the way you kept blaming on these colors I have in my pocket, Though it’s you who were a color blind …

I have found the secret KEY to success... All I need to do now is... To find the DOOR...

I'm waltzing with the wrecking ball 'Cause this ain't my home anymore.

I just gave up one day. Around the time the news about toxic shock came out. I thought, Fuck me, man, I give up. Come and get me.

Im dying everyday My breakfast are cigarettes and coffee My lunch is depression My snacks are regrets My dinner are memories and anger My night is non stoping tears Sleep is my death Waking up the next day and here we go again dying everyday

Jonah can't see how Assyria could serve any useful purpose. How could this commission better Israel? Jonah might even fear that God will reverse His judgment against Nineveh. If that 'unchanging God' changes His mind about Nineveh's destruction, then Jonah's personal religion won't make sense. (Nu 23:19) The truth is, Jonah is not as overwhelmed by his new assignment as he is by his own small mindedness. (page 5)

I tried to blink back the tears that just kept coming. Eventually, I gave up and let my sight be obscured.

Let us not see today's troubles as a reason to give up; let us see them as an opportunity for God to deliver.

In Buddhism we would say that you are lazy... Despising yourself, thinking you are no good, saying 'I can't do this.' This is the mind of weakness. You must work to overcome it .

Inspiration does not linger in one place over time, therefore human effort shouldn't be scaled on earlier attempt.

It is not over, unless you stop trying.

I wake abruptly, my breath jagged and heart racing, my mouth stale, and I know immediately that's it. I'm awake. The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light will not let me be.

Kitu kikishindikana katika maisha yako kamwe usikate tamaa kwa sababu kushindwa ni mama wa mafanikio na kukata tamaa ni mama wa kushindwa.

Letting go is not about giving up, being lazy, or sacrificing yourself... Letting go doesn't have to mean losing; it can be about coming into a new, open, clean space from which you can create.

Like creating a masterpiece, quitting is an art: you have to decide what to keep within the frame and what to keep out.

Live life and learn life! Face life and challenge life! Challenge life and win life! Win life and understand life! All good and great hunters once upon a time shot wrongly, missed a good prey, went home tired and weary without a prey, and they met the most heartbreaking moments, but regardless their slips, their biggest glory always came from the wild animals they could kill with their mere weapons!

My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.

My last chance had vanished into itself like a snail coiling up into his shell. Insidiously I had lost my grip, and now this was it. I thought all this without much emotion. I really didn't care anymore. I couldn't hang on anymore. I didn't have the guts to kill myself, but I didn't want it to continue. I walked a couple of blocks, empty, listless, and wished I could cry. ...The diabolic hope, the purposeful pulsing of blood, the flight into coherence allowed for some rationalizing an afterlife. A new theology was evolving, one that had a faith-in-death clause. It was evolved when I kicked a dead waterbug on the pavement. It was dried out, hollowed, emptied, like some kind of shell. Maybe, I thought, its body is a shell, maybe all bodies are shells. We hatch and die. Our spirit or something like that is the yoke: it lives the real life, the true life. It wasn't comforting.

Many have given up. They stay home and watch the TV screen, living on the earnings of their parents, cousins, bothers, or uncles, and only leave the house to go to the movies or to the nearest bar. "How're you making it?" on may ask, running into them along the block, or in the bar. "Oh, I'm TV-ing it"; with the saddest, sweetest, most shamefaced of smiles, and from a great distance. This distance one is compelled to respect; anyone who has traveled so far will not easily be dragged again into the world. There are further retreats, of course, than the TV screen or the bar. There are those who are simply sitting on their stoops, "stoned," animated for a moment only, and hideously, by the approach of someone who may lend them the money for a "fix." Or by the approach of someone from whom they can purchase it, one of the shrewd ones, on the way to prison or just coming out.

Never give up the life you wish, because that wish is your personal sun! If you give up, you will find yourself in the darkness even in the brightest day!

Never give up fighting against the universe because we exist in life through action, through fighting!

Never give up! If you have, please get out of the way of those who haven't.

Risa: You don't have to worry about me anymore because this time I'm giving up for real. Otani:... Don't give up.

No, it was too much. The line between madness and masochism was already hazy; the time had come to pull back ... to retire, hunker down, back off and "cop out," as it were. Why not? in every gig like this, there comes a time to either cut your losses or consolidate your winnings—whichever fits.

No matter what the odds say, be even with who you truly are.

Our minds become slaves to those we see as having total power to control us and to cause pain to us. We are quick to give up control of ourselves to those who have the power to rule us as long as they also have the power to feed us. This is the fundamental construct of a feudal society.

Passion. Giving up on it never feels right.

People give up on each other long before they give up on themselves, and they do that, too.

Nismo odustali, samo smo nastavili dalje. Toksicne veze nisu vredne spasavanja.

O Life, How oft we throw it off and think, — 'Enough, Enough of life in so much! — here's a cause For rupture; — herein we must break with Life, Or be ourselves unworthy; here we are wronged, Maimed, spoiled for aspiration: farewell Life!' — And so, as froward babes, we hide our eyes And think all ended. — Then, Life calls to us In some transformed, apocryphal, new voice, Above us, or below us, or around . . Perhaps we name it Nature's voice, or Love's, Tricking ourselves, because we are more ashamed To own our compensations than our griefs: Still, Life's voice! — still, we make our peace with Life.