Novel & Cerita Powerless Quotes

For becoming the one thing I swore I would never be again: Powerless.

But by remaining silent, those around him leave him alone in his little martyrdom. “You know, sometimes you hear about situations where someone in power forces his subordinates to do things they don't want to do by various forms of pressure” said Mońka and took a drag on his cigarette. “I don't consider these people to be weak but... powerless. Powerlessness is not that person's weakness, it's the community that doesn't give them support by taking the weapons out of their hands. You know what I mean?”

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

“Then show your power.” I froze. Power? My mind went blank. “I don’t—” “Everyone has power,” he cut in sharply. “Show it.” Her breathing became uneven. “I don’t know how—” “Then try.” The pressure in the room increased. It felt like everyone was watching me fail before I even started. My hands trembled slightly. “Come on…” “Do something…” “This is embarrassing…” The voices blurred together. my chest tightened painfully. “I can’t…” “Pathetic,” someone muttered.

The thought gave me courage. I placed my hands gently on the podium and looked at the crowd. “Good afternoon,” I began. My voice sounded calm even though my heart beat fast. “I stand here today not as a perfect leader or a great expert.” The audience listened quietly. “I stand here as someone who has seen what power can do when it forgets kindness.” The room remained silent. I kept talking slowly and using simple words so that everyone could understand. “My family once believed that wealth and strength made us untouchable,” I said. “But power without compassion creates pain instead of progress.”

“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.”