Judith Viorst Quotes

Oh God, you know I have no money, but you can make the people do for me, and you must make the people do for me.

It is an appalling thing to feel all one possesses drain away.

Beggars market their incapacity.

Dead Babies can take care of themselves, dead Babies can´t take things off the shelf.

Man begins life helpless. The babe is in paroxysms of fear the moment its nurse leaves it alone, and it comes so slowly to any power of self-protection that mothers say the salvation of the life and health of a young child is a perpetual miracle.

You stand on dead men's legs. You've never had any of your own. You couldn't walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly

What would you do without me? Say 'nothing.'" "Nothing," said the Prince. "Good. Then you're helpless and I'll help you.

What in the name of humanity is to become of them—where are they to go?

For in all the world there are no people so piteous and forlorn as those who are forced to eat the bitter bread of dependency in their old age.

What can he do who lacks the necessary work, if he comes to be unemployed? He has nothing but to let himself die of hunger. Then a few phrases of pity will thrown on his cadaver.

Compared to other animals, we humans enter the world remarkably weak and helpless. We remain relatively weak for many years before we can truly operate on our own.

I hate being helpless, and I hate having to ask people to do things for me.

A lot of people cry and complain and put their hand out and beg. It never goes well.

No one walks into a food bank with their head held high.

I've lived out in a park sleeping on the grass with no place to go; I've not eaten. I've been there.

I know what it feels like to be broke and alone, and I don't ever want my loved ones to see that or know what it's like.

Remember to be submissive, thou art analien, a fugitive, and in need.

But by the time that I had nothing left, I myself was the lightest thing of all for fate to get rid of.

We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness.

a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer for a hat

I couldn't get any jobs, and when that happens, you get so humble it's disgusting. I didn't feel like a man anymore -- I felt really creepy. I was bumping into walls and saying, Excuse me.

Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me

I reach out and grab her wrist. It feels impossibly tiny in my hand, like this one time I found a baby bird near goose Point, and I picked it up and it died there, taking its final gasping fluttering breaths in my palm.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

To worry is to become accessible, unwittingly accessible. And once you worry you cling to anything out of desperation; and once you cling you are bound to get exhausted or to exhaust whoever or whatever you are clinging to.