Quotes About Frustration

I now realized this woman was livid with anger. Not the sort that suddenly hits you then drains away. No. This woman, I could tell had been in a kind of white heat for sometime. It's a sort of anger that arrives and then stays put at a constant level like a bad headache never quite peaking and refusing to find a proper outlet.

Fuck you. That's why you shaped like a pack of Twizzlers.

My eye starting to twitch and when my eye start to twitch, I get to shootin'.

And he says I have lousy timing

I could only stare, any sense that maybe I understood him evaporating as it always did. I'd glimpse something underneath, and he'd snatched it away so fast it left bruises that called me a fool for hoping for more.

Jeremy had a plan for getting Clay back and I wasn't allowed to know anything about it or allowed to help him carry it out. As one might expect, I accepted this news with grace and understanding. That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard! I snarled for the dozenth time that hour. I won't just sit here and do nothing.

I'm sick of this. It's like being twelve again, dealing with all this damned drama. I like her. Does she like me? What if she doesn't like me?

I can just imagine what the humidity has done to my hair. I'm going to meet your family looking like a poodle with a live wire shoved up its butt. - Paige Winterbourne

How long could we do this before you started bitching? Simon said as we turned down another street of apartment buildings. What? We've been walking for two days now, and you haven't complained once. It's damned annoying, you know. I looked at him. If you don't complain, then I can't complain. Not without sounding like a whiny little snot.

She's my friend. Good for you. Just my luck, I said. Finally meet my twin brother and, turns out, he's an ass.

I spend the day running on a treadmill while madly juggling a half dozen grenades. It's a solid day of absolutely zero progress, and the best I can say, at the end of it, is that nothing exploded.

The next vehicle didn't come for a long time. It was a car full of guys not much older than us. "Quick, girls," Corey said. "Give them some incentive. Take off your--" He glanced at Sam. "Maya, take off your shirt." Sam clubbed him in the arm, hard enough to make him yelp. We waved and yelled. They waved back and kept going. Idiots.

I screwed up," I said. "I'm sorry." "You got the truck," Corey said. "Seems like it worked to me." "Yes, please make her stop," Sam called from the truck. "She's been apologizing since we got away and it's really getting on my nerves.

Mom isn't here," Corey said. "Neither is Travis. So much for my grand resurrection." He slumped onto the sofa. "We'll have to wait for them. Which is a little anticlimactic.

What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Liar. Is it Rafe?" When I hesitated, his hands clenched, jaw clenching with them. "That son of a bitch," he muttered. "This is the part where you get to say 'I told you so.

I feel like I'm heading full speed in the wrong direction.

Even Def Leppard couldn't get him out of his funk. When the Def couldn't crank you, it was way past time to shoot someone.

You'd test the patience of a saint.

Roberts knocked, heard: 'Enter.' Thought: 'Wanker.

y cuando pasó volando por la quinta planta, agitando los brazos en vano

Philip couldn't fornicate if you put him in a barrel with three whores.

The fires of frustration are burning in every city, north and south, where legal remedies are not at hand

Macke went to the door. He looked at the three women: the maid, the wife, and the daughter. "All this trouble," he said, "for the sake of an eight-year-old moron. I will never understand you people.

All the same he was depressed and bitter. Life never dealt him a winning hand.