Quotes About Frustration

I found it really difficult when teachers talked down to me.

This rock thing got in the way of my teaching career.

Teaching, I find, is not the most amusing thing on earth; in fact, with a stupid lump for a Pupil, it is about the most irksome.

I'm not very good at science or math, even though I pretend. And I'm not very good at teaching. I'm not very patient.

I began as a fiction writer - I had written three novels in my 20s and 30s. But as my work has gravitated towards literary nonfiction, or lyric essay or poetic essay, whatever you want to call it, I'm constantly beating my head against the wall 'cause I'm teaching a genre that's no longer that exciting to me and that I'm no longer practicing.

When I lose a big game, I am angry and always in a bad mood, and I will talk about other stuff to bring attention away from my team also.

The horizon is a little bit blocked with Didier Deschamps as manager. I respect his choices, but the French national team doesn't make me happy any more.

I've seen teammates who wanted to choke each other.

There's nothing worse than seeing your teammates battle, knowing you can't help.

As someone who loves being on the field with his teammates, it's hard to hear that you're not going to be the one playing.

My teammates don't see it, but deep down I find it tough to sit there and not influence big games.

It's funny, but when there are dominant teams, there are a number of people who rail about the fact that they're always seeing the Dallas Cowboys or the San Francisco 49ers or the Green Bay either in the playoffs or in the Super Bowl.

Fine," I grumbled. "We'll take your lame yet highly fuel-efficient car.

There's no winning for us. We're screwed. We were born into a system we don't agree with, and we got caught. Here, out there, it doesn't matter. There's nothing left for us.

in a great show of self-control, I stopped myself from telling him to fuck off.

she looked like a porcelain doll. A very pissed off and evil porcelain doll.

Long moments passed, and finally she rolled onto her side too so that our backs faced one another. Icy silence fell. So much for a peaceful or romantic night.

So why," she muttered to herself, "am I always breaking up bar fights?

sighed and stared down at the dress. "I know. It's red. Don't start. I'm tired of hearing about it." "Funny," he said. "I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at it.

Italian troops from the Assietta and Aosta Divisions surrendered by the thousands, grousing at German betrayal. "One never seemed to be able to do enough to please them," an Italian POW explained.

Senior officers in First Army would spend the rest of their lives trying to explain the tactical logic behind the Hürtgen battle plan. "All we could do was sit back and pray to God that nothing would happen," General Thorson, the operations officer, later lamented. "It was a horrible business, the forest.… We had the bear by the tail, and we just couldn't turn loose.

You do not hate the time you waste; it evokes a much more passive emotion than that. You only wish you had it back, like a quarter in an unlucky slot machine.

Tangled in one another's arms and nine times out of ten the things you think about a person make it impossible to touch them.

Fucking family. Feeble and forlorn and floundering and foolish and frustrating and functional and sad, sad. Fucking family. Fiend or foe.