Quotes About Helplessness

Ba?ka kad?nlar?n çaresizliklerine öfkelenen kad?nlar muhakkak kendi çaresizliklerine öfkeleniyordur.

I guess I had, too, this melancholy, and somehow Buddy Holly dying at least gave me a tangible reason for this feeling. Maybe it's just all the sadness I see in the people around me, just below the surface I mean, and the fact that there's nothing I can do about it. Life is like that sometimes.

But the worst of it was the sense of helplessness — that events had taken over and I was being steered by them rather than the other way round.

She never murdered anyone. She didn't want to destroy the world. But I think there's another sort of evil that is often overlooked ... and it is this. Granny never did anything to help anyone else. She was rich and healthy (she lived into her nineties) but she was utterly selfish and complained all the time. ... As far as I know, she never tried to make anyone happy ... and if you ask me, evil is a perfectly reasonable description of someone like that.

People do get mad at me for falling asleep sometimes, and it's the most frustrating thing. I can't help it. What am I gonna do?

It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

No one will read what I write here, no one will come to help me... My ship is rudderless, it's driven by the wind blowing into the nethermost regions of death.

Als Gregor schon zur Hälfte aus dem Bette ragte – die neue Methode war mehr ein Spiel als eine Anstrengung, er brauchte immer nur ruckweise zu schaukeln – , fiel ihm ein, wie einfach alles wäre, wenn man ihm zu Hilfe käme.

my cold, hardly disguised, indestructible, childishly helpless to the point of being ridiculous, brutishly self-satisfied indifference, the indifference of a self-sufficient but coldly imaginative child, I have never found anywhere else; to be sure, it was here too the only protection against a nervous breakdown brought on by fear and a sense of guilt. All that occupied my mind was concern for myself, and this in various ways.

No one is more miserable than the person who wills everything and can do nothing.

Only being able to watch is the hardest thing for any footballer.

A fear is a reaction to a specific danger, to which the individual can make a specific adjustment. But what characterizes anxiety is the feeling of diffuseness and uncertainty and the experience of helplessness toward the threat.

No one knew the desert better than Scholscher, who had spent so many nights alone there on the starlit dunes, and no one understood better than he did that need for protection which sometimes grips men's hearts and drives them to give a dog the affection they dream so desperately of receiving themselves. And certainly this deep feeling of helplessness had never been more agonizing than now.

It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs.

The whole time we made love, in deepening light, we watched each other's faces as the expressions came and went. We saw the pleasure and the tenderness. We saw the helplessness deepen. We saw the need that was a beautiful sickness between us.

Delphine witnessed awful things occurring yo other humans. Worse than that, she was powerless to alter their fate. It would be that way all her life- disasters, falling like chairs all around her, falling so close they disarranged her hair, but not touching her.

Over our heads, two millimetres, maybe one millimetre from our temples, those long tempting lines of steel that bullets make when they're out to kill you were whistling through the hot summer air. I'd never felt so useless as I did amid all those bullets in the sunlight. A vast and universal mockery.

I'd never felt so useless as I did amid all those bullets in the sunlight. A vast and universal mockery.

Helplessness was the one true fountain of youth.

Alfie,' Katherine said quietly, but was sorry she'd spoken when she saw that intense look come into his eyes. Oh, this was terrible but what could she do about it? Certainly nothing at this

The vulnerable image encouraged the pathos woven into her popularity. How the public loves wounded genius! How it loves her all the more if she be unmated, seething with love denied, an all-time poet unrecognised in her lifetime. But the Emily Dickinson who speaks through her letters makes no concession to helplessness.

They called it the Great War, but that implied worthiness and grandeur, not violence and helplessness and the utter waste and devastation our country, our city, our people endured.

I weep because you cannot save people. You can only love them. You can't transform them, you can only console them.

waiting on God] is not only rendered necessary by our sin and helplessness. It is simply and ruly our restoration to our original destiny and our highhest nobility, to our true place and glory as creatures blessedly dependent on the All-Glorious God.