Quotes About Frustration

If looks could kill, I might have killed him.

Decidió darle utilidad al estambre en lugar de desperdiciarlo y rabiosamente tejió y lloró, y lloró y tejió, hasta que en la madrugada terminó la colcha y se la echó encima. De nada sirvió. Ni esa noche ni muchas otras mientras vivió logró controlar el frí

Maldita decencia! ¡Maldito manual de Carreño! Por su culpa su cuerpo quedaba destinado a marchitarse poco a poco, sin remedio alguno. ¡Y maldito Pedro tan decente, tan correcto, tan varonil, tan... tan amado! -Tita

She was flushed, panting, and pissed off at him. The Holy Trinity of turn-ons, and he couldn't resist grabbing her hand and pulling her in for a kiss, but before his mouth connected, he got a sharp shove to the solar plexus.

Hey, Reed, you have a knack for pissing me off, but when I hear your voice, I get all melty inside. Right.

Mothers always fuss about the way you eat. You can hardly eat any way that pleases them.

did hope that somehow Mary could go. "Oh, bother! I've miscounted

Was that what she meant? Why she cried? Because he was an animal afraid to leave its cage, no words to say what he thought, no thoughts but muddled mad stupid thoughts?

I hate to think how many minutes of my life I've spent on goddamn hold. I want those minutes back. When death comes for me, I want back every minute I was on hold in traffic jams, and behind people with eleven items in the ten items or less line.

All in all, when I look at my dating life from the bigger perspective, it pretty much sucks. If it were a bar graph, and each guy were a different colored bar, and the side of the graph measured things like stupidity, lack of consideration, and overpowering lust, the colored bars of all the guys I've dated would crash through the top of the graph and rocket skyward like a testosterone-fueled rainbow.

It's just that instead of erupting and annihilating our tormentors, we destroy ourselves instead.

Some moments are perfect, and then someone comes along and f*cks it up. Ain't it always the way.

Just another day in my life. This was one of those days when I thought that maybe a new life, a different life, wouldn't be so bad. But where the hell had I put the receipt, and could you return something that was over twenty years old? Where do you go to get a new life when your old one has you so puzzled you don't know how to fix it? Wish I knew.

I wanted to wipe the grin off his face with a fist. I resisted the urge. Who says I have no self-control?

Asking Jean-Claude not to be a pain in the ass was like asking rain not to be wet. Why try?

I crossed my arms on my stomach. A psychologist would have said I was closed off, uncommunicative. Fuck them.

Great. I didn't say thank you, because it seemed wrong. I wanted to call her a bitch and shoot her between the eyes, but then I would have had to shoot Enzo, too. And how would I explain that to the police? She was breaking no laws. Dammit.

Richard was a riddle with no answer, and I was tired of playing a game I couldn't win.

Every time I thought I understood the rules, they changed. Why was it that the damn rules always seemed to change for the worse?

Edward: I don't know whether to put my fingers in my ears and go la-la-la or find more of your guards so we can take bets.

I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.

It was after 2:00 A.M. before we got back to the graveyard. The Feds had kept us forever, like they didn't believe we were telling them the whole truth. Fancy that. I hated being accused of concealing evidence when I wasn't. Made me want to lie to them just so they wouldn't be disappointed.

Why was I mad? Because he'd surprised me with a really nice hotel room. What a bastard.

Can you speed this up? I want to get to bed. A slight frown appeared between his eyes. Anita, you are not making this easy. Hurrah, I said. The frown smoothed out as he sighed. You would think I would give up on you ever being easy. Yes, I said, you would. Anita and Jean-Claude