Quotes About Frustration

You wouldn't understand me even if I made sense.

Ever since she had become my Manager, my raises had become smaller and smaller. The last raise had been a huge leech shaped like a helmet. It was meant to suck all the bad thoughts out of your head. It smelled like bacon, which seemed promising. I had invited Mord and Leer over to my apartment and we'd fried it up in a skillet. I'd gotten a week's worth of sandwiches out of it.

Megalodon mad. Megalodon not happy. Megalodon have tantrum.

Argh? Pathetic and inarticulate. Nice combination. Your mothers must be so proud.

Very well. I understand. Just ... shut up!

No seas estúpida! —exclamó. Su hermana lo irritaba.

The flip side of anger is helplessness. This feeling of helplessness can quickly turn into anger or rage.

The flip side of helplessness is anger.

I had many things to say, I did not have the words to say them. Painfully aware of my limitations, I watched helplessly as language became an obstacle…. Writing in my mother tongue—at that point close to extinction—I would pause at every sentence, and start over and over again…. All the dictionary had to offer seemed meager, pale, lifeless.

Tony's wife, Carol, would always get mad at

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain

I just don't know anymore. God! I'm in a bad mood! It's like walking around in an itchy coat.

You know...it's like you live your life opening doors. One after the other. You open a door onto a hallway, which leads to another door, which leads to another hallway. But then one day you open a door and it's to a closet. It doesn't go anywhere.

You have so much love to give! But I feel like you're all the time digging in the tomato bin, saying, 'Where are the apples?' 

I wanted him to be a toy man that I could bring upstairs with me, then store on a high shelf in the closet. But he was alive and complicated. He came with his own parts that had their own demands.

Biscuit rage, I call it," Gretchen says. "It's that sudden rising up of irrational and completely outsize anger you can experience when you least expect it. You know what I mean: someone takes that last biscuit that you were just going to take, and you just want to bite their ear off. It's like road rage, only domestic.

I learned that the frustration and anger that comes up in these situations go both ways: you're frustrated and/or angry with your parents and they're frustrated and/or angry with you.

You know I love you, but you are one of the most exasperating people I have ever met.

If you get a cat because you just loooove cats, you're going to have plenty of days when you hate it because it's acting like a cat.

After all, it had been…how long since his last sexual encounter? He did some mental math: carry the one, make the seven an eight…multiply by pi…add the square root of sixty-two…do the hokeypokey and turn yourself around…When he saw the final number, he immediately erased the blackboard. No way could it have

Really, sometimes she just wanted to round up all the Emerson parents in the gymnasium, line them up single file, and then go down the line, one by one, smacking each of them upside the head and yelling, "What the hell is the matter with you?

She stubbed out the butt on her clipboard, one marked by a variety of small black burn spots, and flicked it away heedlessly—beaning her production assistant in the side of the head in the process.

Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.

I am the master of this house! Let me in! he wanted to bellow, but he doubted anyone was going to listen. This, he decided, was what came of marriage. Well