Quotes About Helplessness

One of the miseries of medical life is that on the one hand you know what shocking things can happen to the human body and on the other you know how very little we can really do about most of them.

Emptying the ocean with a thimble again, our thimbles so tiny, and the ocean of need so huge.

Molly, at the rail, her wet hair matted down, her dress torn, watching Peter intently until she knew he saw her, then mouthing something... Fly, she was saying, Fly. "I CAN'T," Peter shouted moving his arms helplessly. "I CAN'T, MOLLY!

Whatever was hurting the lady, he simply didn't have the tools to help her. Apparently, a deep friendship didn't cut it with matters of a wounded soul.

No horror on earth or elsewhere could equal watching your own offspring open his mouth and have nothing come out.

As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport.

Like flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for sport.

Man is unconquerable because he can make even his helplessness so entertaining. His motto seems to be "Even though He slay me, yet will I make fun of Him!

Helplessness is such a rotten feeling. There's nothing you can do about it. Being helpless is like being paralyzed. It's sickness. The cure calls for a monumental effort to stand up and start walking somewhere, anywhere. But that takes some doing.

And even so, I had discovered, I was afraid to free myself. "That" had grown too much inside me, leaving me full. I'd be helpless if I were ever cured. After all, what was I now, I felt, but a reflection? Were I to eradicate Daniel, I'd be a blank mirror.

Anchored in unknowing, I yearn to rise out of the restlessness of my own forms of helplessness inside a structure that constricts possibilities.

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

The worst pain a man can suffer: to have insight into much and power over nothing.

Things that other people do, or that happen to people you love, are some of the things you can't fight.

So now get up.' Felled, dazed, silent, he has fallen; knocked full length on the cobbles of the yard. His head turns sideways; his eyes are turned toward the gate, as if someone might arrive to help him out. One blow, properly placed, could kill him now.

I'm so tired. So tired. Of being powerless.

His hand comes up with a cloth smelling of cloying sweetness. He presses it over my nose and mouth. I feel my limbs go loose, and a moment later, I feel nothing at all.

Perhaps it is only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will endure suffering, whether by reason of its genuine humility, or indifference, or sheer helplessness.

Watching someone have a panic attack was like looking in the eyes of someone trapped behind glass, drowning right in front of you.

Oh, dear, how can we fix this?' She looks around her frantically, as if a spare baby is likely to go floating by any second and she can quickly scoop it up and hand it over to Sophie.

Helplessness, guilt, anger, misplaced pity, and couldn't-there-be-some-other-way emotions can detour and distract our hearts. They can keep us from remembering that God will bring us through to a fresh, new, awe-inspiring understanding of his great love. So, stand as the women at the cross did among the pain and confusion. Remain faithful and steadfast.

The energy it sapped from him, not being able to protect her. You wouldn't think that something you couldn't do and were not doing would take any energy, but it did.

Because sometimes pain is knowing, and sometimes pain is sharing that knowledge with someone who loves you but can't do anything to help.

last night. As far as I know.' Meg groaned. 'You're all fucking useless