Quotes About Frustration

She was positively unable to reply to Annetta's

Young Johnny Booth was to have been married yesterday, but he couldn't be because he's gone and got the mumps. Wasn't that like a man?

It's—it's—just like a man, said Miss Cornelia helplessly.

Bets seemed to die afresh every time there was something Pat wanted to share with her and could not.

Sloth is the natural result of unrewarded hard work among the poor, reason enough for them to be prickly.

And every faggot couple I know is deep into friendship and deep into fucking with everyone else but each other and any minute any bump appears in their commitment to infinitesimally obstruct their view, out they zip like petulant kids to suck someone else's lollipop instead of trying to work things out, instead of trying not to hide, and…unh…why do faggots have to fuck so fucking much?!

We mostly quarreled. He wanted what I wouldn't give. I wanted what he didn't have.

Dern, I hate cooking with shit. -- Augustus McCrae to Lorena Wood

I pride myself on being able to put up with a lot," Nellie said. "But bagpipers are pretty much my limit.

Governors and legislators wanted the hostiles held in check and the bandits hung, but they wanted it all to be done with the fewest possible men on the cheapest possible horses. It irritated Call and infuriated Augustus.

He had hit with his closed fist and knocked her sprawling. It took talent to make Wyatt lose his temper, but Jessie knew just how to do it, and did it mainly just to have something happening. Pouring whiskey from bottle to glass was boring work.

There seem to be no way he could stop anything that was happening, although it all felt wrong.

I'm tired of justice, ain't you?

could put no weight on the wounded ankle at

She sighed. Men were a pain.

no matter how well he worked. It was a little discouraging: the harder he tried to please the Captain, the less the Captain seemed to be pleased.

If he didn't like the way she did things, he was free to do them different—but he never did them different. He just fussed at her.

It seemed to him there was never much time with women. Before you could look at one twice you were into an argument and they were telling you what was going to happen.

It was a great annoyance to Billy that because of a long shit and a short nap he had lost his horse. But that was the truth of it and there was nothing he could do but limp along.

He was embarked, at the time, on a book sighing—I insist, sighing, not signing, though he's pretty adept at that too.

my fur is matted, my eyes refuse to refocus, my sthondat-begotten room is too small, my microwave heater heats all meat to the same temperature, and it is the wrong temperature, and I cannot get it fixed.

Engineers. You had to love them. (The alternative was strangling them, and he didn't want that catching on.) There

Engineers. You had to love them. (The alternative was strangling them, and he didn't want that catching on.)

For me, writing is a love-hate relationship.