Quotes About Frustration

O STOP being an ass, Toad!' cried the Mole despairingly.

I raised my hands, trying to shush her. Don't shush me, she said, eyes blazing. I hate being shushed.

Who does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly, acting out of old ideas and dreams and mistaken understandings.

Who does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly, acting out of old ideas and dreams and mistaken understandings.

I'd appreciate it if you would just call me a goddamn son of a bitch, Louis said. A man too foolish for words. All right. You're a foolish son of a bitch. Thank you, he said.

does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly

Ian shrugged like he didn't care, though his reddened face indicated differently. - 'Tis always the same. Either they're no' interested because they think I'm a child, or they are interested because they think I'm a child, which is even worse.

This being-nice crap was for the birds.

The little weasel ripped all the buttons off my couch. Ivan Petrovsky, pg 350

What the hell are you stopping for, asshole?" Freemont hollered at the car in front of them. "People usually stop for red lights. You should try it sometime.

Never try to understand a woman. It will drive you insane, and you still won't understand.

Let's say that your significant other has been paying less and less attention to you. You realize he or she has a busy job, but you still would like more time together. You drop a few hints about the issue, but your loved one doesn't handle it well.

females will argue with you for 30 minutes then be like , I aint even gonna argue with you!

For a man burning to venture into the unknown, this spell of enforced idleness was torment.

Because I kept fucking up, because it seemed so hard to not fuck up, I lived a life where I had less than what I desired. So instead of wanting more, sometimes I just made myself want even less. Sometimes I made myself believe that I wanted nothing.

I was like the patient who cannot explain to the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.

I know. I know. But he's always buried in those books or shuffling around the house like he's lost in some dream. And? I wasn't like that. Baba sounded frustrated, almost angry. Rahim Khan laughed. Children aren't colouring books. You don't get to fill them with your favourite colours.

What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.

Laila was shocked at how easily she'd come unhinged, but, the truth was, part of her had liked it, had liked how it felt to scream at Mariam, to curse her, to have a target at which to focus all her simmering anger, her grief.

Men always failed Maman in the end. They forever fell disastrously short of whatever ideal she held them up to. What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits and the flinging of cooking utensils and collapse. High drama. Maman was incapable of either starting or ending a relationship without excess.

soon after we arrived in the U.S., Baba started grumbling about American flies. He'd sit at the kitchen table with his flyswatter, watch the flies darting from wall to wall, buzzing here, buzzing there, harried and rushed. In this country, even flies are pressed for time, he'd groan.

I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us. What

Jake's POV: Meanwhile, Ally was here with Marshall Moss, who she was obviously going to hook up with later. They'd barely stopped touching each other all night. Even now, they were out in the middle of the dance floor dancing to some Black Eyed Peas song. No reason to be touching for a fast song, but they were. Holding hands while they bounced around with friends. She looked happy. Which made me want to punch someone. Preferably Marshall Moss.

When Dad was a kid, he wanted to be a lumberjack, but unfortunately he'd been cursed with the build of an accountant and the brain of an astrophysicist. These qualities had combined to make him the third-most-visited orthodontist in northern New Jersey.