True resignation consists of this: that man, feeling his subordination to the course of world events, makes his way toward inward freedom from the fate that shapes his external existence. Inward freedom gives him the strength to triumph over the difficulties of everyday life and to become a deeper and more inward person, calm, and peaceful. Resignation, therefore, is the spiritual and ethical affirmation of one’s own existence. Only he that has gone through the trial of resignation is capable of accepting the world.

The classic resignation. Mechanical, intellectual acceptance of that which a genuine organism––with two billion years of the pressure to live and evolve hagriding it––could never have reconciled itself to.

“I can’t stand the way you androids give up,” he said savagely.

In time, peace cannot be found. In expectation, it is suspended. In surrender, it is right here.

Arm yourself with resignation. We live in a world full of evil. In the later period of life, misfortunes seem to thicken round us and out duty and our peace both require that we should accustom ourselves to meet disaster with Christian fortitude

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

Life is absolutely unbearable. And we're going to die.

Sooner or later we've all got to let go of our past.

For every one of us, living in this world
means waiting for our end.

...[we] has left nothing durable to signalize his stay upon this planet.

[we]eventually dies to the honest regret of [our] associates.

all of us abandon ourselves to existence, because we were among
ourselves, only among ourselves, it has taken us unawares, in the disorder, the day to day drift: I am
ashamed for myself and for what exists in front of it.

Well, I thought I was so tranquil! I need to give up that illusion! There is decidedly no rest to be had in this world.

pain and loss are inevitable and we should let go of trying to resist them.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

He must put aside his pride, his virtue, beauty and life and bow or submit to the absolutely intolerable.