Wilhelm von Humboldt Quotes

Life's not fair, I guess.

I was already headed for Hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.

Why should a man have any apprehension about the change and dissolution of all the elements? For it is according to nature, and nothing is evil which is according to nature.

A trouble is a trouble, and the general idea, in the country, is to treat it as such, rather than to snatch the knotted cords from the hand of God and deal out murderous blows.

At fifty. I thought I would be done. I thought I'd be finished by now. So I have no idea. I just leave it.

No, it's not fair, but what makes Earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough. It won't help the situation for you to get all upset.

So I came to the realization: Nothing in life is unfair. It's just life.

For when a people is not willing or able to fight for its existence- Providence in its eternal justice has decreed that people's end.

When the situation is hopeless, there's nothing to worry about.

What is it, Angel?" she said, starting up. "Have they come for me?" "Yes, dearest," he said. "They have come." "It is as it should be," she murmured. "Angel, I am almost glad—yes, glad! This happiness could not have lasted. It was too much. I have had enough; and now I shall not live for you to despise me!" She stood up, shook herself, and went forward, neither of the men having moved. "I am ready," she said quietly.

There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?

I really think positive and hope that everything works out. Because you can't really change anything.

Life is unfair and improv is a great metaphor of that.

I not only bow to the inevitable; I am fortified by it.

A calm despair, without angry convulsions or reproaches directed at heaven, is the essence of wisdom.

It is what it is. I can't change what's happened to me.

If mankind's destined to bite the bullet, let's bite it and be damned.

Leave to Heaven the measure and the choice.

I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.

Compromise is said to be the way of the world and yet I find myself feeling sick trying to accept what it has done to me.

It's nice to go into your doom. It's so liberating.

At times it is strangely sedative to know the extent of your own powerlessness.

Nothing can be repaired or advanced but only accepted

The idea that some lives matter less is the root of all that is wrong with the world.

Sure, everything is ending," Jules said, "but not yet.