Powerless Quotes Novels & Stories

Maybe there was a lesson in this for all of us. “We are not gods, Solana,” I reminded her. “These powers, the authority we have, may make us feel like that, but we are just as vulnerable as everybody under us. It reminds us that no matter how powerful we think we are, some things are just not in our control.”

“If Denzel were still around, I suppose he wouldn’t be as tolerable as you are now. He said that if a man walks the earth with a clear conscience, he wouldn’t let himself be threatened by others.” Willow said, “He also said that every powerhouse walks on countless skeletons in his path. What’s a powerhouse? A powerhouse is someone who doesn’t give thought to personal safety and isn’t wavered by rumors and slanders. A powerhouse’s path is destined to be filled with boundless loneliness.”

She smiled at her, trying to forget the scenes from the past. “Arghh, let’s change the topic. I’m getting quite nostalgic.” ~ Unity is powerful in two ways: It can either build or destroy. ~

I've lied to heads of state and some of the wealthiest people in the world, but one little Midwest angel stumps me. I cleared my throat around the lump that had formed there, blocking the false words from escaping and wishing I could go back to the man I was a few days ago. It's an odd feeling, being powerful and powerless at the same time. What I'm coming to feel for her makes me feel full of vigor, but when I thought she was in danger, the powerless fear that assailed me was just as strong.

' I said as I felt worthless and vulnerable. 'You're not weak; you're stronger than all of us.' Richard said it with a reassuring smile. 'Strength comes in many forms, and your compassion and resilience are what make you a true leader. Your ability to connect with others on a deep level is a gift that not everyone possesses.' I felt a surge of warmth and gratitude as his words sank in, reminding me that my worth was not defined by my physical abilities alone.

I don’t say any of it. Just breathe. In. Out. Shaky. He meets my gaze without flinching. My breath hitches. My pussy clenches hard at the word. Surrender. The thought of it. The image of it. “That doesn’t mean you want to be powerless,” he adds. “It means you’re exhausted from holding everything together.” I don’t know why that makes my throat burn. My eyes sting. I blink fast. “I don’t talk like this,” I say quietly. “Ever.”

“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.

He spit out angrily. "Just because you are powerless and need Alexander does not make you pathetic. It just means you are a meek wife. Lots of wife's are like you." Maverick stated. "That's not true. I'm powerless. I looked for that elevated for years until I could no longer stand. I am pathetic." I whispered as the memories of me searching for the elevator like a lunatic resurfaced. I had become desperate and would cry atleast 50% of the day. "My power makes up for you being powerless and it's not your fault you couldn't find the elevator." Alexander said softly.

But it is what it is. After what it seems like forever of sticking to may two word of ‘I don’t know and I’m innocent’, with none of my business painted on my face when I’m stuck and tired of their persistent, plus that good for nothing lawyer of mine whispering to take some kind of a deal and just suck it up, I was frustrated and desperate but no, I will never give up, not now, I’m fed up of being a coward and ruthless to my self by turning the other cheek around to take another slap, I know it’s not smart but so what, I’m tired of this life anyway, even if I miraculously survive my predicament, my life will be the same, in the outskirt of society, but it will deepen this time, all the me

I swung my legs out of bed. "Real power isn’t in palaces," Mama’s voice whispered on the wind. "It’s in knowing who you are when no one’s watching." I felt like a getting a proper rest aster remembering Mama’s words. They are always comforting. The last rays of hope that keeps me moving in a dark and cruel word.