Romans & histoires Powerless Quotes

What will they do? How they are going to describe a word that they have never lived on? An emotion that you cannot purchase from money or your position or your power? There are whispers in society that you can only be extremely delightful when you have the guts to become the most powerful. And when you didn't become one of them you be left behind, you will be called a coward, a victim of unseen touch of wealth, a nothing. But I think cowards are more powerful than those who think they can rule the world just by their hard stare just like that man.

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.

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 have failed you so, so much in my goddamn life, and I don’t think I will ever be able to repay that, to give you that.” His hand trembled in mine, and I could see the storm in his eyes. “I just feel so powerless,” he continued, “while I’ve been feeling so powerful, so far, so strong for so long... But what’s power if you can’t protect the people that mean the most to you? If you can’t protect the people that you love and care about?” The words fell heavy between us, like shattered glass, sharp, cutting, impossible to ignore. “But I don’t blame you,” I was quick to say, desperate for him to hear me. “I don’t blame you. And everything is okay....everyone is okay. I’m okay. Everyone is okay.

Like the weight of his own walls was finally crashing down around him. The silence stretched between us, thick and oppressive, until Alexander finally spoke. “Do you know what it’s like to feel powerless?” he asked, his voice so low I almost didn’t hear him. “To have everything you’ve built ripped away because you trusted the wrong person?” His words hit me like a blow, the rawness in his tone slicing through my defenses. “No,” I admitted quietly. “But I do know what it’s like to feel invisible. To feel like your voice doesn’t matter.”

Powers that have been waiting for you to awaken them. Powers? I thought. Me—the girl everyone dismissed as weak, powerless, nothing. My mind flashed to memories of Alpha Itao, his cold words cutting me down, telling me I’d never amount to anything. But it was all a lie. All this time, something had been lying dormant within me, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

I will not cry because I don't want to look pitiful. 'You should not give up. You should still fight for your life–' 'Fight? How can I fight when I am this powerless, Raja? Tell me how can I fight when I am so weak… how can I fight when I'm not even capable of defending myself? Let's just accept that we can do nothing in this matter.'

I said. " what are you talking about? " mom asked. " mom there are people out their that I can help, there are lots of people out there that are powerless" I said then continue. " and also there are lots of corrupt officers out there, corrupt leaders using power and post to do injustice....i want to become the people's power" I said then continue. " there are lots of people out there suffering in the hands of this corrupted leaders and can't do anything about it" I said then continue.

She hesitated for a moment, turning back to me. “You're right, I may not be in your shoes.” I said, earning a surprised look before I continued, “But I know what it's like to feel powerless.” It was the truth, to some degree. I didn't know how it felt to be so beholden to someone, held captive to their whims.

My eyes narrowed unwittingly and a hot burning anger brimming inside of me made my hands shake. They know nothing! How could people things believe so easily? How could they take one side of the story without even hearing the other? But that’s the world we live in. A world where the powerful speak, and no one bothers to ask the other side. Why? Because people who are poor like us, the ones with no big family name, no connections, their voices don’t matter. When the influential talk, the world listens. When the powerless cry, no one cares. I bit my lips so hard I almost bled.