Quotes About Frustration

This fire is a big deal. A huge deal. A giant, flaming, goddamn, piece-of-shit, agonizing, I-want-to-rip-my-own-head-off deal.

How did things go?" "On a scale of one to ten, about a negative nine.

I hope watching the Bradys depresses them as much as being trapped here in Creation's shit pipe depresses me.

As sweet as it feels, I can't lie here forever curled up in a big ball of fuck-the-world.

Sometimes annoyance will keep you going when booze and fear and hope are as dead as the Big Bopper.

As sweet as it feels, I can't lie here forever curled up in a big ball of fuck-the-world.

There's the opposite of love at first sight. There are people walking the earth that the moment you meet them, you want to punch them and keep punching them.

Trapped inside the snotrag," Keith said, "is a crumb of angel food trying to get out." Lana

I quit therapy because my analyst was trying to help me behind my back.

Hard it is to suffer through stupid people. They make you feel sorry for them, and if your sorrow is as great as your hurt, you will allow them to go free of punishment, for their eyes are the eyes of dogs that have done wrong and know it, and are afraid.

I am only sorry that we were not allowed to shake the judge's hand, and then dance on the desks.

Man is constantly being assured today that he has more power than ever before in history, but his daily experience is one of powerlessness.

What she was hearing, Caroline knew, was a lifetime of frustration and moral passion, based on a single, diamond-hard belief: that the death penalty was tainted by human failings too profound to cure, and that imposing it was an act of arrogance which diminished our humanity.

It's easy to hate the game when your losing.

Is this hell, to be stuck in a continual loop of our greatest disappointments? [Richelle Bach's diary]

A full week cooped up in the hotel? Just shoot me now.

World War II acronym, SNAFU. Situation normal, all fucked up.

It's hard to feel anything else when you're mad. Mad takes up a lot of space inside you.I didn't even have room for dessert.

You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things. You wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way.

You're waiting because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together but here we are in the weeds again, here we are in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn't make sense.

I take off my hands and I give them to you but you don't want them, so I take them back and put them on the wrong way, the wrong wrists.

I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything. And I can't eat, can't sleep, can't sit still or fix things

You swallow a bottle of sleeping pills but they don't work.

And the part where I push you flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks, shut up I'm getting to it.