Quotes About Frustration

can't drive off because of the flat tires,

I want you to take away the hope because that's the thing that's killing me.

Woman, you're killing me.

A curly wisp of hair had come loose from her updo, kissing the side of her face. Seth longed to brush it behind her ear, to feel the silky smoothness of her skin under the pad of his thumb. He clenched his fist before he followed through and got his hand smacked away.

She was going to kill him. As soon as this was over. As soon as the crowd left. She would tighten that bolo tie until his face went tomato red. No. She would hold him under the falls until he begged for mercy.

Stupid cheap bracket. Nothing was going right today. Or the day before. Jake had been so preoccupied earlier he'd forgotten to shut off the electric and had gotten zapped good. Then when he'd shut off the electric, he'd whacked his head on the corner of the fuse box door. All

There's nothing to get. It's the law. Skye's hold on her temper slipped. I can explain it to you but I can't understand it for you.

He hadn't pushed her about whatever she was hiding because he damn well knew that arguing with a woman was like trying to read the terms of agreement on the computer. Eventually, he always ended up ignoring everything else and just clicking I AGREE.

if I had known to what use they [Southerners] were going to put my song, I will be damned if I'd have written it.

5) "lost" prescriptions (for example, a customer dropped off a prescription on Tuesday and returned on Wednesday only to find that the pharmacy staff can find no trace of that prescription—it happens more often than you think!).

He ought to be in the minuet of life, but he was still fucking around in the adagio.

What is it with you women?" he yelled, kicking at the air. "You come into our lives, you take everythin'! Throughout the years you got little pieces of me, of my very SOUL, and NOW? Now you got my damn straight razor! How am I supposed to kill people? How am I supposed to even SHAVE?

I swear, talking to you is like talking to a really good-looking and mildly stupid brick wall.

I'm sorry,' said the shopkeeper. 'I can't understand your ridiculous accent.' 'My accent?' 'It is quite silly.' 'So you can't understand me?' 'Not a word.' 'Then how did you understand that?' 'I didn't.' ''You didn't understand what I just said?' 'That's right.' 'You understood that, though.' 'Not at all.' The American glowered.

He could be a butterfly dreaming he's a man." "Well, he's not. He's a big fat man dreaming he's a big fat butterfly. What the hell am I supposed to do?" There was another hesitation. "I'm not sure. You don't happen to have a large net handy, do you?" "I want to hit him. I want to hit YOU, but I also want to hit him.

You look angry," he said. "You put me on hold." "For a very good reason." "You put me," she said very, very slowly, "on hold.

Stephanie glared at Skulduggery. "What was wrong with the door? You could have just come down the stairs and walked out the door. Why did you have to jump out of the window?" "You know why," Skulduggery said, walking away. Axle looked up, tears streaming from his eyes. "Why did he do that? Why?" Stephanie glowered. "Because doors are for people with no imagination," she said, and led Axle to the car.

You got stuck in a wall?" she said. "For how long?" "A few minutes. Half an hour. An hour at the most. Maybe two. Or a day. Remember that day I called Valkyrie and told her to take the afternoon off? Yeah, I was stuck in a wall.

Scapegrace: Back then, I was full of ideas, I was going to renovate the whole front of the pub,, and extend out to the west, maybe get in a music system a little dancefloor. In the end, I decided not to. Too expensive, you know. And, like, nobody wanted to dance so. Skulduggery: Vaurien, if you're trying to kill us, there are quicker ways than telling us your life story Valkryie: Less painful too.

Plans are like buses," he said. "Sometimes they just don't turn up when you need one.

Mum," she called, "we're out of milk." "Damn lazy cows," her mother muttered.

This is all very regrettable, though it isn't really, and I wish to assure you that I, in no way, derive any personal satisfaction from any of this, even though I so obviously do. If you feel the need to vent any more of your frustration, please feel free to do so, as I intend to build a collage of this moment and I'd like some more amusing anecdotes to go along with it.

What is it with you women? You come into out lives, you take everythin'! Throughtout the years you got little peces of me, of my very soul, and now? Now you got my damn straight razor! How am I supposed to kill people? How am I supposed to even shave? - Billy-Ray Sanguine

This is all very regrettable, though it isn't really, and I wish to assure you that I, in no way, derive any personal satisfaction from any of this, even though I so obviously do. If you feel the need to vent any more of your frustation, please feel free to do so, as I intend to build a collage of this moment and I'd like some more amusing anecdotes to go along with it. - China