Powerless Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

I can't accept the fact that I am helpless. Shit!

I warned her in my mind. “Nothing!” She replied, blinking her eyes wide open, making my heart sink to the very bottom. I couldn’t believe her. For a moment, I felt like my heart had stopped beating. It felt like everything in this world, which was once in my power, has now slipped through my hands. It felt like everything in this world that was once in my power had now slipped through my hands. I felt powerless, broken, and weak. Instantly, I loosened my grip on her wrist, a clear depiction of how powerless and weak I was in that moment.

I felt completely powerless, like a small bird trapped in a cage, with predators circling. Finally, I whispered to myself, barely audible: “Nobody can save me now… not from this pit I’ve fallen into.”

I can’t do anything to make it better and that gets to me. Usually if there is a problem with anything, I can fix it, I can sort it out and I can make it right. But this, well it’s totally out of my control and I hate that feeling. I feel totally, utterly useless and powerless. Right at the moment when this young woman needs me, I can’t do anything for her situation other than console her.

I feel useless and powerless. “What I believe is that you deserve better than any of these. I believe that one day, I will witness your genuine smile and your sigh of relief, and you’ll finally say 'it’s over.' I’ll be proudly smiling at you and hugging you tight because you finally found your bliss; and that you overcome every bullshits you have in your life. I can't wait for that day to happen, and I'm certain it will. You've been through a lot in your life. I'm hoping that all of this nonsense would simply vanish from your path."

Well, they knew me as a person that can make the truth turn into false, and false into truth. "I've been...doing good, Mom," I said and took a bite with my bacon. I didn't looked at my Mom. She can tell that I'm lying or not. She is the only person who can tell if I'm lying or not. "That's good then. Just make sure that you're not doing anything stupid Millijay. Remember that, power is useless if you use it in useless things," she said. I always heard that quote from her. Power is useless if you use it in useless things. Tss. I'm not buying that. Then why does power make the person a living hell? Power is everything even in useless things!

I dress in silence, eyes fixed on the small red light blinking from the corner camera. Is she watching me through that thing? The sick witch. Or worse—was my “progress,” as she liked to call it, being recorded and sent to Gratia? I clench my fists, fighting the urge to rip the damn device off the wall and smash it. But I stop myself. My only ticket out of here, is my continuous act of powerlessness. I need to keep acting like her little dumb doll. Jake walks in later just as I tuck myself back into bed like the helpless girl they want me to be. In his hands is a tray of—

"Don't use me as an excuse. Don't you fucking dare put that shit on me!" His mouth opens. "You have no idea," he says, and now his voice is rising too, raw and scraped, "what it's like to be powerless. To have no one. To have no support, nothing, no one in your corner — you have no fucking idea what that does to a person, what it makes you—"

“I’m weak and powerless against them.” “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”