Quotes About Helplessness

The incomprehensibleness of women is an old theory, but what is that to the curious wondering observation with which wives, mothers, and sisters watch the other unreasoning animal in those moments when he has snatched the reins out of their hands, and is not to be spoken to! . It is best to let him come to, and feel his own helplessness.

Outrage, combining as it does shock, anger, reproach, and helplessness, is perhaps the most unmanageable, the most demoralizing of all the emotions.

It was the helplessness that scared the both of us.

There is nothing you can do about life. Life doesn't wield to our command, nor does it change for our self interest. No tornado will stop because we want it to, mother nature is brutal and she will do as she pleases.

Cuando una mujer llora frente a mí, me vuelvo indefenso y, además, torpe. Me desespero, no sé cómo remediarlo.

Cuando una mujer llora frente a mí, me vuelvo indefenso y, además, torpe.

his years of war: an utter helplessness in the face of this monstrous violence.

People who were ignored tend to be fearful, withdrawn, or hopeless—or become martyrs, because they're accustomed to not receiving help when they ask for it.

Why would Dad call you? I mean, you have to admit that he would have been better off calling the local prison and asking them to send out one of the convicted killers to come find me. - Shella

On the other hand, permanent causes produce helplessness far into the future, and universal causes spread helplessness through all your endeavors.

Joey: Beth is really sick, I don't think they can do anything for her. Rachel: Joey, wanna put the book in the freezer?

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.

Right now, I've got the weight of several worlds on my shoulders. My best friend is living in a cancer ward, and there's nothing I can do for him. The Serpents have hired the Jester to spark race riots with faked news stories, and I don't know how to smoke him out. My enemies are hiding all around, watching everything I do, and I can't find them. For the first time in months I find myself in the familiar, paralyzing grip of overwhelming depression.

Nobody falls that way without being pushed. I know. And I know how it feels and looks, a body that falls fighting the air all the way down, grabbing onto clumps of nothing and begging once, just once, just goddamn once, Jesus, you sniveling son of a mongrel bitch, just once that air gives grip.

The white man oppresses the half-blood, the half-blood oppresses the full-blood, and everybody takes out their anger, despair, and feeling of helplessness on the women.

Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.

If he chose, he could help this girl, but what was the point of saving one little whore? It would make no difference to that vast, endless, tragic horde of broken children. But as Jenny stared at him with great stark eyes, he knew that it would make a difference to her.

She didn't like his tone, his stance, his looks, or anything about him, for that matter. But there was nothing she could do about it, and no way to fight him. He was completely in charge.

She understands enough of what is going on. She understands that he wants to save her, more than anything in the world. She understands what he understands, that if only he could save her, he could save himself. She understands also that she loves him, and as she stays inside his helpless stare, she knows that fate is something she has to steer herself.

That's the horror, the most awful thing: to have a child the world wants to destroy and know that you're helpless to help him. Nothing worse than that. Nothing worse.

I would rather die than ever see you suffering this way. I don't want you or any child I ever have or any woman I ever love to go through or feel what you're going through, but it's happened and I don't know what to do.

I'm just sick of all the misery, my absolute lack of control over everything.

I feel tears well in my eyes and I can't even stop them from happening. I can't stop anything from happening in my life.

Whether the melon falls on the knife or the knife falls on the melon, it's the melon that suffers." And so it would appear to me