Quotes About Helplessness

In short, there has seldom been seen so depressed and sad a figure as this young girl's; and it was hardly possible to help being angry with her, from mere despair of doing anything for her comfort.

In the end, his trials with Masako had been the hardest ones...but they weren't really trials or tasks or tests at all: they were just facts that he could do nothing about. And that in itself was probably the real test: his ability to accept something that was completely beyond his control. It made him want to cry.

There are times I feel like I'm the kid screaming at the bottom of the well, and my dog runs off to pee on trees instead of getting help.

To be completely helpless in the face of life?powerless to do a single thing?that's what I'd always feared more than anything. It was like I'd been keeping all the edges of my life neat and clean, pretending the neatness was all that mattered, pretending life could somehow be controlled.

In the midst of their current helplessness, she felt empowered. How very strange.

The night kept coming on in and there was nothing I could do.

The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.

Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.

The shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow wings through that skin. Little blades, she was helpless.

extricating herself from tricky situations unscathed. She'd never met a lock she couldn't pick or a tight spot she couldn't wiggle out of. Be that actual or verbal. But she'd hit her first wall. And it scared the bejesus out of her how helpless she was right now.

When you are in depression, almost magically, nothing motivates you.

Then you pray the prayer that is the essence of every ritual: God, I have no hope. I am torn to shreds. You are my first and my last and only refuge. Don't do daily prayers like a bird pecking, moving its head up and down. Prayer is an egg. Hatch out the total helplessness inside. —RUMI

though she could remember desire, she had forgotten how it worked; the clutch and helplessness that resided in the hands; how blindness was altered so that what leapt to the eye were places to lie down, and all else—doorknobs, straps, hooks, the sadness that crouched in corners, and the passing of time—was interference.

There were two rooms and she took him into one of them, hoping he wouldn't mind the fact that she was not prepared; that though she could remember desire, she had forgotten how it worked; the clutch and helplessness that resided in the hands; how blindness was altered so that what leapt to the eye were places to lie down, and all else - doorknobs, straps, hooks, the sadness that crouches in corners, and the passing of time - was interference.

For the first time he really felt that it was no use trying to save those who fundamentally would rather not be saved.

I'm not allowed to walk topside, nor can I walk below deck. What could possibly be left for me to do? Oh, I know. Die from boredom! (Serenity)

ach! wüßtet ihr wie schwer es ist, wenn man gehängt ist und nicht sterben kann!!

Their failure is just another expression of their helplessness

Combine perpetrators who have high self-esteem and victims who are helpless, and you have a recipe for the escalation of brutality. This brutality is not confined to brutes—sadists or psychopaths. It can be, and usually is, committed by ordinary individuals, people who have children and lovers, "civilized" people who enjoy music and food and making love and gossiping as much as anyone else.

The endless, unrelieved suffering of so many who are unable to deliver themselves is a reality we can no longer ignore.

Two drowning people can't save each other. All they can do is drag each other down.

The modern world's feverish struggle for unbridled, often unlicensed, freedom is answered by the bound, enclosed helplessness and dependence of Christ—Christ in the womb, Christ in the Host, Christ in the tomb.

Do reasons matter when there's nothing that can be done to change things.

Alas! They were so young, so beautiful, so lonely, loving, helpless, and the hour was that in which the heart is always full, annd, having o'er itself no further power, prompts deeds eternity can not annul.