Chuck Barris Quotes

I was on my face. I heard the count from one to 10. I kept telling myself that I had to get up, but I couldn't move. I couldn't make myself move. It was the strangest feeling.

Of all men's miseries the bitterest is this: to know so much and to have control over nothing.

If I cry, it's because I'm very angry and I can't do anything about it because I've run into a dead end. That's when the tears would come down.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

If there's something I hate the most, it's feeling helpless, powerless.

There's nothing worse in life than to sit there and be the victim of a process that's outside your control.

I would kick this bad world's ass if I could just get on my feet

Sometimes there's nothing you can do. [...] Sometimes they don't have enough to fight with.

What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

The circumstances of my life are paralyzing.

I feel like dying when I'm helpless

Anger ... it's a paralyzing emotion ... you can't get anything done. People sort of think it's an interesting, passionate, and igniting feeling — I don't think it's any of that — it's helpless ... it's absence of control — and I need all of my skills, all of the control, all of my powers ... and anger doesn't provide any of that — I have no use for it whatsoever." [Interview with CBS radio host Don Swaim, September 15, 1987.]

I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter-white sky go gray above me.

Ham smiled. "Cett's going to be furious." Elend shrugged. "He's a paraplegic. What's he going to do? Bite us?

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

I'm losing control."-Brittany Mamacita, I've already lost it."-Alex

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.

The worst pain a man can have is to know much and be impotent to act.

Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun.

When you've been used to doing things, and they've been taken away from you, it's as if your hands had been cut off, and you felt the fingers as are of no use to you.

Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you—just a tad—off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you're able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much—too tiring—and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

The feeling of being halfway through a show and just realizing that there's nothing you can do to save it - it's a horrible feeling.

I feel helpless, hopeless, too low to call out, too weak to think. Impotent tears dribble down.

You have no control [over natural disaster]. That's what's scary about it. You're helpless. That feeling of helplessness is really scary.