Quotes About Helplessness

Böyle korkunç olaylar bazen insanlar?n da ba??na gelebilir. Üstesinden gelemedi?i çeli?kilerle ba? ba?a kalan insan, moral bak?m?ndan derinden derine sars?l?r ama bunu kimseye söyleyemez, çünkü kimse ona yard?m edemez. Bu korkunç bir yer kaymas? gibidir, tehlikeyi görürsünüz, ama bir ?ey yapamazs?n?z.

A child cannot pay for its mother's milk.

But many have to look on in silence at what distresses them.

I know there was nothing anyone could do. But they were taking away an 86-year-old grandmother to a horrible death, and the village where she had lived all her life, where everybody loved her, had just looked on. The only thing that anyone had had to say was, 'Mrs. Bloch, don't be afraid...

I don't think there is anyone who needs God's help and grace as much as I do. Sometimes I feel so helpless and weak. I think that is why God uses me. Because I cannot depend on my own strength, I rely on Him twenty-four hours a day. If the day had even more hours, then I would need His help and grace during those hours as well.1 —MOTHER TERESA

His pain is too great for tears. Some pain is so great that tears are powerless.

And so they easily suppose that this truce, owing to helplessness, is victory and that they have convinced the other man. But in fact, instead of winning him over, they have merely applied a kind of shock therapy — only it was never 'therapy.' They have smothered the first little flame of a man's own spiritual life and a first shy question with the fire extinguisher of their erudition. By such performances a person can really be smothered and strangled!

I felt that my whole life was bound to go on in the same solitude and helpless dreariness, from which I myself had no strength and even no wish to escape.

It was as if the thread of the chief screw which held his life together were stripped, so that the screw could not get in or out, but went on turning uselessly in the same place.

Human infants," writes psychologist Martin Seligman, "begin life more helpless than infants of any other species. In the course of the next decade or two, some acquire a sense of mastery over their surroundings; others acquire a profound sense of helplessness.

his eyes narrowed in what seemed to be intense pain or grief, and others when he'd shudder violently. Whichever way it happened, he was left helplessly weak as the words formed inside him, waiting to be recited into the world. The pain was an essential part of it, part of the birthing process, for this is what he was doing: verse by verse, he was giving birth to the Quran.

Fate is coming whatever you do, so quit wriggling around, it's only making you look more ridiculous than you already do.

Don't you think the things people are most ashamed of are things they can't help?

When we feel helpless later in life, fear makes us scapegoat others. Instead of fixing the problems, we say, 'Oh, it's all their fault - those women or immigrants are infesting our country.' Rather than useful protest or constructive solutions, we get angry at these handy targets.

We are biological creatures. We are born, we live, we die. There is no transcendent purpose to existence. At best we are creatures of reason, and by using reason we can cure ourselves of emotional excess. Purged of both hope and fear, we find courage in the face of helplessness, insignificance and uncertainty.

It is impossible to win a contest with a helpless opponent since if you win you have won nothing.

you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

All these dreams of helplessness, distress, of forking paths, of being locked up miles from anywhere, all these confused, indescribable episodes, are expressions of the fact that one is coming close to a secret zone, an impassable line - not at all, as the conventional interpretation has it, the bar of repression, but something more subtle of which we are the repressed.

Left alone, Miss Verney felt so old, lonely and helpless that she began to cry. No builder would tackle that shed, not for any price she could afford. But crying relieved her and she soon felt quite cheerful again. It was ridiculous to brood, she told herself.

I really struggle with that feeling of helplessness. That's why I really try to get my blogs, and even myself, to point to the positive and look at all the inspiring things that are happening.

Of all men's miseries the bitterest is this: to know so much and to have control over nothing.

There was lots that could be done. But there was also nothing that could be done. My father was dying.

Sophia stood up and shouted, "Say this: say I hate everything that dies slow! Say I hate everything that won't let you help!

You can't help him, Eva.' Louise's voice is flat and serious. 'You will only lose yourself trying, and no one will be able to find you.' (ANXIOUS HEARTS)