Quotes About Frustration

By God!  Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

How often am I to call you? There are only a few red ashes now. Joseph! come this moment.' Vigorous puffs, and a resolute stare into the grate, declared he had no ear

I might as well have struggled with a bear or reasoned with a lunatic.

The nuisance of her presence outweighs the gratification to be derived from tormenting her

Oh Susie, I often think that I will try to tell you how very dear you are, and how I'm watching for you, but the words won't come, though the tears will, and I sit down disappointed. Yet, darling, you know it all-- then why do I seek to tell you? I do not know. In thinking of those I love, my reason is all gone from me, and I do fear sometimes that I must make a hospital for the hopelessly insane, and chain myself up there so I won't injure you.

Susie, what shall I do - there is'nt room enough; not half enough, to hold what I was going to say. Wont you tell the man who makes sheets of paper, that I hav'nt the slightest respect for him!

The spirit looks upon the Dust That fastened it so long With indignation, As a Bird Defrauded of it's Song.

Victory comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To take it.

The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, But sequence ravelled out of reach

I felt a clearing in my mind As if my brain had split ; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, But sequence ravelled out of reach Like balls upon a floor.

His words are like the sound of a needle dragging across a record. A sinking, sickening feeling washes over me. This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So, when the whole things spills, you aren't as devastated.

I trudged down Golden Road in the dark, slipping leaflets under doors, still furious and embarrassed. The gang had felt sorry for me for having to go home. Sunny's mother after all, had laughed and simply asked her daughter if she had a jacket! I felt like such an overprotected dork. Still, I had to admit I was tired. My knees were shaking with weariness. By the time I finally reached Golden Pines, I'd almost started to be grateful to Mom for being such a worrywart.

I don't have to answer to you. For anything." Willy's eyes narrowed. "Okay," Eddi said. "I should be patient. But all three of us just spent the last—however long it was—with people trying to kill us. It frays your temper. So if you want to discuss the night's events, do it. But if you'd rather play B-movie gestapo officer, you can play somewhere else.

You have failed to complete your mission. You didn't even get NEAR completing it, in fact. You deserve to be disfigured. Be ashamed.

It's all real in Outside, everything there is, because I saw an airplane in the blue between the clouds. Ma and me can't go there because we don't know the secret code, but it's real all the same. Before I didn't know to be mad that we can't open Door, my head was too small to have Outside in it.

She wants to slap everyone today, to pick up the whole sweat-slick City and punch its lights out.

Pretending to misremember a name was such a reliable way to annoy.

I heard a knocking in my skull, and kept running to the door, but there was never anyone there.

My thoughts are messy, my emotions are messy, my body goes in and out at will. The raised white scars on my arms and legs are the only aspect of my being that comes close to minimalism. They came from chaos, but it is hard to carve frustration and unease into the flesh. Only straight lines.

Suurin osa ihmisistä on pakotettu tekemään asioita joita he vihaavat sekä elämään elämää jota halveksivat. Niin kauan kuin tällainen jatkuu, rikollisuus on välttämätön paha.

A rock on which the highest hopes are shattered. Life thwarts the best intentions and breaks the finest spirits," she said.

she tried to say it. But she didn't get any further than 'Kollamooli'. Nor did the others.

I was going past the end of the hall and I saw Mam'zelle banging at Mr Young for all she was worth with the clothes brush,' she panted.

She forces me to endure this ridiculous therapy, when the so-called counselors are little better than misguided do-gooders with degrees. -Artemis Fowl