Novel & Cerita Powerless Quotes

To be free to lope through the forest under the full moon. Can you imagine what it would feel like to be so powerful? I reply, relieved that we’re on the same page for once. I’ve never felt powerful in my life. It would be nice to know what that’s like… at least once. We’re powerful in at least one way. My conscience proclaims, ever the optimist when I’m trying to feel down on myself. We made a baby. We’re growing Damian’s pup. If that’s not power, what is?

“But what do I do? Where do I go?” “You don’t have to figure it out alone. If you want to leave, I’ll help you. You and your kids can come here, to the castle. We’ll find a way to get you on your feet. And Lisa, there is always someone out there for everyone. You don’t have to settle for someone who hurts you.” She stared at me, her lips trembling. “But you’re the queen. You wouldn’t understand what it’s like to feel so powerless.” My voice softened. “More than you know, I do. Lisa, I’ve been where you are. I’ve felt trapped, worthless, like I didn’t have a way out. But trust me when I say there is a way. You just have to take the first step.”

I let go of his forearm, hoping maybe he would walk away again, but this time, he stayed, refusing to let me out of this conversation. "What do you want me to say? You know my powers come from the people who pray for me...from how much the Moon wants from me. Here, now, I'm powerless," I explain, hoping he sees what I'm trying to say to him. What happened with my healing powers was a fluke...I haven't Me being powerless, and you not, scares me.

I thought I could hold out. I thought I could stand up to whatever argument she had up her sleeve. I thought I could be a badass mofo and put this tubby, swollen-ankled twat monster in her place. I was wrong. All her crap comes pouring out in a mess of tears and mucus goo and I don’t even want to know what else. “I have nothing and no one!” she wails. “I’m powerless and penniless and completely without a compass in my life! There’s only one person in the entire

“You think money and power give you the right to treat people like they’re nothing.” He remained still and his face was carved in that same unreadable calm expression but something flickered in his eyes. “You might sit there in your perfect suit…” I said, my voice shaking, “...pretending you’re untouchable.” “But remember, life doesn’t spare anyone, Mr. Sinclair,” I continued. “One day…” I said, each word scraping its way out, “...you’ll know what it’s like to be helpless, when all that power, all that pride, and even your wealth can’t fix what’s already broken inside you.”

“To gravity.” Varek chuckled and knelt beside her, offering a canteen. “Not bad.” “I got hit fifteen times.” “You didn’t fall until the end. That’s progress.” She gulped the water and lay back, staring at the grey sky above. “Why does everyone keep saying I’m powerful? I don’t feel powerful. I feel like a very tired raccoon who accidentally walked into a vampire soap opera.” Varek lay beside her, close but not touching. “You are powerful. But power doesn’t just come from magic—it comes from choice. Every time you get back up, you grow stronger.”

Contrary to what I thought initially, it looked like losing the ‘sir’ would take a bit of getting used to. “It isn't?” I sighed heavily. It was difficult to explain the concept of powerlessness to people who had never known it in their lives. “No, it isn't. You see the thing is, Anthony has money. He can afford to hire lawyers who would help him turn the case to his favor. He can afford to pay the judge to make a judgement in his favor, in fact. Me, I've got no one, and I've got nothing. Chloe might know one or two lawyers who can help, but I can't afford them.”

"It's not your fault. I might be an idiot, but I can't stand anyone badmouthing you." We sit hugging each other and crying like two lost souls. I feel terrible that I can't use my powers to wipe their memories away. My powers had to just dampen at these crucial days! ........ ……… …… …….. …… …… ……… …. ………… …….. ……. …… ……… ………. …….. ………. …..

Lulu Helplessness is the slowest poison to kill the soul. A month ago, standing outside the tightly shut doors of Caspian’s study, we both had to swallow a bitter pill. Here we were—a Luna and the strongest Alpha—standing in stone silence, completely powerless to change Dylan’s mind.

I stared at the empty field and felt ridiculous and human and lost. I closed the laptop. The window was a mirror and a night view all at once. I looked at myself and saw a man with every resource except the one that mattered. I had money. I had lawyers. I had a security team that could thread a needle in the dark. I could buy a company before lunch and fix a supply chain before dinner. I could not find the woman I loved or the child I did not know I had because they did not want to be found. Power looks strange when it cannot reach the one thing it wants. For the first time, I felt powerless.