Quotes About Helplessness

I was working for Ajay Devgn and Kajol's home production film 'Dil Kya Kare' with Prakash Jha. During that, in Bengaluru, while on my way to the studio, I had a massive accident where a truck hit my car, and the glass of my car went into my face mostly. I thought I was dying, and at that point, no one even helped me get to the hospital.

What Trump has done is tap into a deep-seated anxiety about where the country is headed. There is an anxiety that is real and sincere. Many people feel helpless.

The nature of conspiracy, which among those who both feared and named it, seemed to always possess at its core a misguided belief in the competence of others, as weighed against the incapacities, real or imagined, of the believer. Therefore, he concluded, the belief in conspiracy was an announcement of the believer's own sense of utter helplessness in the face of forces both mysterious and fatally efficient.

Do gods break those they would have as worshipers? Do they set upon their children terrible ordeals, so that those children must kneel in surrender, opening their souls to helplessness?

You can't leave all these people behind. They're outside the endless excitement and lust, the frenzied accumulation. They're outside and can only look on with growing despair and envy. What happens when rage supplants helplessness? Increasingly, the ranks of the military were filling with the lowest classes. Training, acceptable income and a full belly provided the incentives, yet these soldiers were not enamoured of the civilization they were sworn to defend.

You hate Valraven most for when he would not help you save Tayven. You resented feeling so powerless, so in need of aid. You hated him then for not being the great saviour that he'd always been for you. But in a way, you have always hated him; for being stronger than you, for bettering you and saving your skin.

I hate the moon. I hate tides and earthquakes and volcanoes. I hate a world where things that have absolutely nothing to do with me can destroy my life and the lives of people I love.

Anger is what we feel when we're helpless.

Pouco importa, disse para si mesmo. Ela está em outro lugar, eu estou aqui, e nada posso fazer por ela.

Matt was strapped to a bed in a room full of alarming machinery.

I hated him and his silence ferociously: I knew he was only letting me convince myself there was nothing to be done.

I knew it wasn't going to help me. It was a warm kind presence in my hands, but with the kindness of a friend who sits with you in comfort by the fire and can't change what's wrong.

Yo había quedado reducido a pasmarote, a merced de aquella criatura cuyas palabras y cuyos encantos no tenía yo modo, ni ganas, de resistir.

Providence, that is the love of God, is very wise in turning away from the self-will of men, and in having nothing to do with them, and leaving them to their own devices, as long as they are intent on governing themselves, to show them to what depths of futility and sorrow their own helplessness is capable of dragging them. And

Providence, that is the love of God, is very wise in turning away from the self-will of men, and in having nothing to do with them, and leaving them to their own devices, as long as they are intent on governing themselves, to show them to what depths of futility and sorrow their own helplessness is capable of dragging them.

Power is made perfect in infirmity, and our very helplessness is all the more potent a claim on that Divine Mercy Who calls to Himself the poor, the little ones, the heavily burdened.

There is in every weak, lost and isolated member of the human race an agony of hatred born of his own helplessness, his own isolation. Hatred is the sign and the expression of loneliness, of unworthiness, of insufficiency. And in so far as each one of us is lonely, is unworthy, each one hates himself. Some of us are aware of this self-hatred, and because of it we reproach ourselves and punish ourselves needlessly.

Our weakness should not terrify us: it is the source of our strength. Libenter gloriabor in infirmitatibus meis ut inhabitet in me virtus Christi. Power is made perfect in infirmity, and our very helplessness is all the more potent a claim on that Divine Mercy Who calls to Himself the poor, the little ones, the heavily burdened.

There was nobody who could help her. Nobody in the world. They were all on something, mad, possible enemies, dead.

And she knew that no matter how fast she moved, she could not reach her mother quickly enough, and the doctor would be too slow, and tomorrow would be terrible in a way that would make her long for the security of all her old dissatisfactions.

To cook and clean yourself is intolerable. But to have someone else do it is exhausting.

He wanted to think of words that would make some difference but there were none in any language he knew that were sufficient to the moment or that would change a single thing.

Living in the box means being convinced that other people and our circumstances are responsible for our feelings and our helplessness to overcome them.

But she was still conscious. She had no concept of time or motion, but she could hear the sound of his boots scraping gravel outside the car. And she could feel the sharp prick of a needle through the fabric of her jeans into her inner thigh.