Jermaine Dupri Quotes

I had planned to accomplish something considerable, and this is the end.

Groan and forget it.

As I settled down to sleep in that new bed in the dark city, I saw that it was too late now, too late for everything. I would not be given a second chance. In the hours when I woke, I have to tell you that this struck me almost with relief.

I'm never going to run this again.

This taught me a lesson, but I'm not quite sure what it is.

I give up on spending time on these courts; I give up on practicing before the tournament I hate. I hate this.

Losing an illusion makes you wiser than finding a truth.

When defeat is inevitable, it is wisest to yield.

To know that we know what we know, and to know that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge.

The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand.

Life is a jest; and all things show it., I thought so once; but now I know it.

I’m finished. Go with somebody else.

You got to take a deep breath and give up. The system is rigged against you.

'I throw my hand up in the air sometimes' is when you don't get your way - when you give up, and you're handing it over.

It takes considerable knowledge just to realize the extent of your own ignorance.

There was a time in my life when I used to plan elaborately; not anymore. I gave up when I realised nothing was going my way.

Sometimes, what's helpful is to admit that we are discouraged and admit that we are at a loss.

Eventually you get tired of losing.

Sometimes surrender means giving up trying to understand and becoming comfortable with not knowing.

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

It's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me.

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.

There's little in taking or giving, There's little in water or wine: This living, this living, this living, Was never a project of mine. Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is The gain of the one at the top, For art is a form of catharsis, And love is a permanent flop, And work is the province of cattle, And rest's for a clam in a shell, So I'm thinking of throwing the battle - Would you kindly direct me to hell?

When I don’t understand, I have an unbearable itch to know why.