Quotes About Frustration

maybe I don't want to eat bloody coriander!' She came to an abrupt halt, whiplashing the baby in the pushchair. She turned round and said, 'Well, maybe I do,' and glared at him for the longest time, wishing she had the woodcutting axe with her, the axe that

Finally Doug broke the stalemate and looked at Megan. Thanks a lot, he said sarcastically. Then he yanked off his plastic gloves, tossed them at her feet, and stormed away. Finn let out a sigh as he gazed after his brother. You know, my parents really should have stopped with me.

Megan could have kissed him. If there weren't a million obstacles, both physical and psychological, in her way, of course.

Sometimes when they all talk I feel like shouting, 'so your life went wrong—why assume mine will? Maybe it'll work for me!' But this would only invite a pitying smile, and a 'she'll learn' comment. You can't win with them. You can't even compete.

She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear.

Love!' said the princess. She stamped her foot. 'Why must everyone always speak of love?

By late afternoon, the chamber smelled of frustration and arguments gone stale.

If you had a daily printout from the brain of an average twenty-four-year-old male, it would probably go like this: sex, need coffee, sex, traffic, sex, sex, what an asshole, sex, ham sandwich, sex, sex , etc

It seemed to Gilly that everything in this world that you can't stand to wait one extra minute for is always late.

She had nothing against any of the other guests, but once she started she saw no way to stop. There was nothing to do but turn the hose against every arriving guest. No one coming out of the house to reason with her was safe either.

a frightening number of whom had IQ scores in the low 70s? I stopped reading and just stuck the records out of sight in a bottom drawer of my desk, and never thought of them again until the end of the year when I was throwing away the accumulation of papers in my desk. I was furious with those scores. My kids were not dumb! I've never trusted standardized tests since.

All right, all right," he said, with that gesture I'd come to hate: two open palms facing me and patting the air, as if pushing me away, pushing me down, pushing any tears I might be preparing to cry back into their ducts.

I'm sick of this society. 'Earn a living' as if I'm not yet living; lobotomized and robotized from birth, they tell me I can't do anything I want to do in the subtlest and sneakiest ways possible.

Reading, which had been at the heart of my intellectual and emotional existence, was suddenly beyond my grasp. I was used to reading three or four books a week; now it was impossible. I did not read a serious work of literature or nonfiction, cover to cover, for more than ten years. The frustration and pain of this were immeasurable.

My thinking, far from being clearer than a crystal, was tortuous. I would read the same passage over and over again only to realize that I had no memory at all for what I had just read. Each book or poem I picked up was the same way. Incomprehensible. Nothing made sense.

character building, no doubt, but I was beginning to tire of all the opportunities to build character at the expense of peace, predictability, and a normal life.

It was like being given a maths problem when your brain's exhausted, and you know there's some far-off solution, but you can't work up the energy even to give it a go. Something in me just gave up.

I remember a huge tiredness coming over me, a kind of lethargy in the face of the tangled mess before me. It was like being given a maths problem when your brain's exhausted, and you know there's some far-off solution, but you can't work up the energy even to give it a go.

But however hard I tried, I believe now there would have remained something beyond my reach.

I remember a huge tiredness coming over me, a kind of lethargy in the face of the tangled mess before me. It was like being given a maths problem when your brain's exhausted, and you know there's some far-off solution, but you can't work up the energy even to give it a go.

Era como tener que resolver un problema de matemáticas cuando tienes la mente exhausta, y sabes que existe una solución remota pero no puedes reunir la energía suficiente para tratar de dar con ella. Algo en mí tiró la toalla.

Year after year goes by, and nothing gets better. All we do is argue and debate and procrastinate. Any decent idea is amended to ineffectuality by the time it's gone half-way through the various committees it's obliged to pass through. The few people qualified to know what's what are talked to a standstill by ignorant people all around them.

You're always there, taking it all in. So you know as well as I do. The way she keeps getting at me. There's no reason a person has to take all that. She pushes it too far, then thinks it can all be fixed with a nice picture. Send the AF over with it. Well she has to understand. Things aren't always that easily fixed.

I'd never before seen anything that gave, all at once, so many signals of anger and the wish to destroy. Its