Powerless Quotes Novels & Stories

"This cultivator of the Human Race is too powerful! Although we didn't go all out, how could he be so powerful and horrible? It doesn't make sense!" "That's right! We've seen all kinds of things, but we can't even fight back against his attacks! It's not an exaggeration. It's true. We can't fight back at all!" "Damn it! If we didn't have something to rely on and have the confidence and would not be killed by him, I reckon that at this pace, we would have died a thousand or even ten thousand times over!" "Yes, it's a pity that there are no ifs in this world. There are only consequences and results! Although he is powerful, it's useless if he can't really kill us!"

Grasp the valorous act, yet still fill it with real humility. Dust off the weakness, and prove your strength as a powerful individual. Do something. Just do something more.

Then, with a voice as empty as the void, she finally spoke. “I cannot help you,” she said, the words striking me like shards of ice. I looked up, horror spilling across my face, and she continued, her voice devoid of sympathy. “I am cursed, bound to three decades of powerlessness,” she said, as if reciting an unbreakable truth. The last embers of hope within me splintered, crumbling under the weight of her words. Powerless. The goddess before me was as helpless as I was. She cannot fucking help her own servants. How the hell is a goddess powerless?

Don’t let go. I try. I swear I try so hard. But it’s slipping. Everything’s slipping through my fingers like water. I can’t hold on... Yes you can! I’m not strong enough! You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. I’m nothing. The words tear out of me, ugly and true. I’m nobody. Just some random human girl who never belonged anywhere. I’m not a goddess. I’m not powerful. I’m just… me. And that’s never been enough...

I stated. Pam let out a deep sigh, her eyes expressing a level of weariness and despair. "I know, but what can we do? We're powerless in this situation," she replied with a hint of hopelessness in her voice. I couldn't shake off the feeling of helplessness that washed over me. "It's just so frustrating," I exclaimed as I took another bite of the stale bread, not even feeling satisfied by the meager meal. "We are subjected to this life of servitude without a voice or a choice."

“You think you’re strong? You’re the weakest person I’ve ever seen.” “You’re cursed. Everything you touch turns to ruin.” “You don’t deserve kindness. No one in this world owes you anything.” “You’ll never escape this life. You’ll die as nothing, just like you were born as nothing.” “You’re a parasite, feeding off the scraps of others because you can’t make anything of yourself.” “No one would cry if you disappeared tomorrow. They’d probably celebrate.” “You’ll never be good enough for anything or anyone.” “The world would be better off without someone like you in it.”

How am I so powerful and yet no match for them? I stare into the fire, unable to catch the dredges of sleep, the wheels in my head still turning. Kathleen turns over, her eyes opening. “Can’t sleep?” “Just thinking.” “About what?” “How even I couldn’t face off against the enemy? I have these random bursts of power, but I just feel so helpless.” “You shouldn’t blame yourself.” Kathleen tosses a stick into the fire before turning on her side and looking at me. “You’ve not yet uncovered all your powers. It’s going to take time.”

She said trying to pull me up but I could not help myself. For the first time in my life I felt so powerless and clueless, " What can I do to help her, I'm of no use." I asked my best friend while she looked at me pitifully. " We must find a way." She replied but it was just like her saying there is no way.

"But that shouldn't make you act weak." "It's.... it's not like I do not want to be the strong and brave one. I want to be, but I do not have what it takes. I don't have power." I muttered, bowing my head in emotional exhaustion. She looked at me for a couple of seconds, before speaking. "I would tell you this one thing, Rosaline. Power resides in the mind. Ultimate power comes to those who have the ability to wield it in their minds. When you act powerful, you become powerful."

I was the only one on this stretch of beach, and yet it was impossible. I didn’t have magic. My entire life I’ve been powerless. Powerless in the face of Lucille’s wrath. Powerless against Kimberly and her vicious moods. Powerless against everyone who had ever done me harm. Nova’s voice softened. Even with my mind addled, I couldn’t stand the heavy notes of sympathy winding themselves around her vocal cords.