#helpless

As the plane got closer to Miami, I had this terrible feeling he was dying. Maybe he was telling me that he was going. I felt anger, panic, despair and helplessness. ↗

— Robin Gibb

#closer #despair #dying #feeling #felt

Grief is perhaps an unknown territory for you. You might feel both helpless and hopeless without a sense of a "map" for the journey. Confusion is the hallmark of a transition. To rebuild both your inner and outer world is a major project. ↗

— Anne Grant

#confusion #feel #grief #hallmark #helpless

Was it not enough punishment and suffering in history that we were uprooted and made helpless slaves not only in new colonial outposts but also domestically. ↗

— Robert Mugabe

#colonial #domestically #enough #helpless #history

The absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves. ↗

— Charles Reade

#children #defend #helpless #like #themselves

Don't you see? The catastrophe is me. My very existence is an affront to everything that is natural and good. ↗

— K.J. Wignall

#blood #helplessness #vampires #anger

I would wake up in Moscow or somewhere else, my heart beating fast, feeling bitter and helpless. ↗

— Alfred Schnittke

#bitter #else #fast #feeling #heart

If there's a more helpless feeling than trying to reach someone you love who's trapped underground, I don't know it. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#helpless #love #family

Defeat is for the valiant. Only they will know the honour of losing and the joy of winning I am not here to tell you that defeat is a part of life: we all know that. Only the defeated know Love. Because it is in the realm of love that we fight our first battles – and generally lose. I am here to tell you that there are people who have never been defeated. They are the ones who never fought. They managed to avoid scars, humiliations, feelings of helplessness, as well as those moments when even warriors doubt the existence of God.’’ Manuscript Found In Accra – Paulo Coelho ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#defeat #denial #doubt #god #helplessness

Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary. She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!" "I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt." She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel. "Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see. "My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm. ↗

— Clare McNally

#crying #darkness #fear #fleeing #helplessness

If she had learnt any lesson today it was that men were stupid, helpless creatures made needlessly cruel by their terror of showing their feelings. ↗

— Jayne Bauling

#feelings #helpless #lesson #men #stupid