Quotes About Frustration

Unintended consequences, he thought miserably. He was angry at his anger, the way it surged up and took over.

I'm talking to you in bed at one in the morning. How mad can I be?" I picture him there, in what, flannel pajamas? Underwear? Nothing at all?

I can't believe he's making you wait till January for an appointment." "I could threaten to bomb the school. That'd get me in quicker.

Chronic pain shatters productive lives. Chronic pain almost always is accompanied by depression, anxiety, frustration, fatigue, isolation, and lowered self-esteem.

Het verschrikkelijke hier is dat ge al de tijd van de wereld hebt en dat z' u niks laten doen.

Right now, computers, which are supposed to be our servant, are oppressing us.

Imagine if every Thursday your shoes exploded if you tied them the usual way. This happens to us all the time with computers, and nobody thinks of complaining.

Emma, okay, enough with the singing. Mommy's getting a three-pill headache.

Computers thwart, contort, and befuddle us. We mess around with fonts, change screen backgrounds, slow down or increase mouse speed. We tweak and we piddle. We spend countless hours preparing PowerPoint slides that most people forget in seconds. We generate reports in duplicate and triplicate and then somw that end up serving only one function for most of the recipients - to collect dust.

It's like you can't have a real conversation with anyone.

I'll be famous one day, but for now I'm stuck in middle school with a bunch of morons." - Greg Heffley,

Sometimes friends get on each other's nerves.

You're driving me NORMAL!

Have you noticed how difficult it is just to get along in the world? If you're no good at all in your job, people treat you badly and eventually you will be unemployed. And if you're a little better than competent, everyone expects miracles from you, every single time. Like most of life, it's a no-win situation. And if you dare to mention it, no matter how creatively you phrase your complaints, you are shunned as a whiner.

If I could understand everything the way I do now, I could make it all--and then it just stopped. Leaving me with that feeling like when you figure out something brilliant and profound in a dream, but you wake up, and all you remember is that you knew this amazing thing, and now it's just out of reach.

O'Neal bit his tongue and said little. Years later, however, he admitted that the anger was real. "Do I hold a grudge about that? Yeah—I do," he said. "Some fucking dickhead kept me from being the first unanimous MVP. Some asshole who doesn't know shit gives his vote to Iverson and fucks up history. I never forgot that.

Mrs. Cooke reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his phone, and threw it with all her force onto the asphalt.

Feels more like a vacation if we're terrorized by an airport shuttle driver and frisked by TSA.

I cursed. (S-word, f-word, s-word, d-word, s-word times three, f-word, and a z-word I made up on the spot.) I kicked a brick wall. I said the z-word again in response to the pain that came from kicking a brick wall.

What was he supposed to do besides break the living room window? Stand outside whacking off while she grabbed a cell phone and called for help?

Don't lick me, you asshole!" he said, trying to pull his arm free. Crabs licked George's forehead

Like most men, Wick could not help terror about one thing erupting as anger about something else.

Back there, I had always felt as if my work amounted to a futile attempt to save us from who we are.

I believed that it might be pulling these different impressions of itself from my mind and projecting them back at me, as a form of camouflage. To thwart the biologist in me, to frustrate the logic left in me.