Quotes About Helplessness

Our national history has so often filled us with bitterness and the feeling of helplessness.

It is difficult, when faced with a situation you cannot control, to admit you can do nothing.

The themes of trauma—man's helplessness, the world's randomness, and ugly, unexpected death—are difficult ones for a person to express in art.

Instinct is a makeshift, an admission of helplessness before the problem of reality.

He lived in it helplessly as we live in our bodies when we are older.

As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods; / They kill us for their sport

What would you do without me? Say 'nothing.' Nothing, said the Prince. Good. Then you're helpless and I'll help you.

Many people understand the dire state of the planet—but do nothing about it because they feel helpless and hopeless.

Americans' perceptions of Africa remain rooted in troubling stereotypes of helplessness and perpetual crisis.

When my car broke down in L.A., nobody stopped. They just kept whizzing by.

They were stuck in a traffic queue. There was nowhere they could go. They couldn't help but see the melting man.

I guarantee there is nothing more depressing than knowing morons have complete power over you.

We all remember where we were and we all remember what we were doing. I had a brother in New York, an uncle, lots of friends in New York. It made me angry, it made me sad what could I do.

Nothing justifies this. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing

if we think we are facing an irresistible cosmic force of evil, it will invariably lead to giving in and giving up—usually with very little resistance. If you can convince yourself that you are helpless, you can then stop struggling and just "let it happen." That will seem a great relief—for a while. You can once more be a normal human being. But then you will have to deal with the consequences. And for normal human beings those are very severe.

I wish I could help him. I wish I could help the dozens of other Sufferers - all the victims of wounds, maulings, burns, diseases, incipient malnutrition, and melancholic despair - aboard this entrapped ship and her sister ship. I wish I could help myself, for already I am showing the early signs of Nostalgia and Debility. But there is little that I - or any surgeon in the Year of Our Lord 1848 - can do. God help us all.

she thought herself very ill used, yet she had no power to resent it

Aber, sprach sie noch immer lächelnd, dieser Verdienst kann dir nicht Nahrung und Kleider schaffen, wer wird denn dem kleinen Fräulein die Kleider kaufen?

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you are aboard there is nothing you can do.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.

As I write this I feel that draining, hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another person produces in you. It's at these moments that we know we are going to die. Only with Freya, Stella and Gail. Only three. Better than none.

As I write this I feel that draining hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another person produces in you. It's at these moments that we know we are going to die.

I feel that draining, hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another person produces in you. It's at these moments that we know we are going to die.

I say you are a coward and you are; I think you hunt only to reassure yourself that you are not what you are: the weakest thing to ever walk the Earth. He will come for me and then we will be gone, and you will be helpless for all your hunting, because Westley and I are joined by the bond of love and you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.