Quotes About Frustration

Damn you,' I said softly and with feeling. He smiled. 'We've been over that, ma petite; you are too late.

no woman can find anything in her purse in under twelve minutes. It is a rule.

And I was tired already, tired of the games to come. If Jean-Claude would just let me shoot everyone in Musette's party tonight, it would save a lot of trouble. I just knew it would. I

I stared at Jean-Claude still cuddled on the corner of the bed. He looked adorable, and if I'd had a gun, I'd have shot him on the spot.

What could I possibly be mad about?' The sarcasm was thick enough to eat with a spoon.

One of my other boyfriends said I hated being in love, and he was right. It always felt so stupid, like your insurance rates should go up, because you're impaired. Romantically handicapped.

Frustration in a fight can lead to four things: You give up, you fight harder, you fight worse, or you cheat.

He'd let his anger take him to a place that his ass might have trouble getting out of, or maybe I just didn't understand the normal branch of the service whose badge I carried. She put her elbows on the arms of her chair, her hands like a double fist in front of her lips. "Second, get the fuck off my desk." Oh, I did understand the normal branch of the service. It worked just like all the others.

I feel that anything I say, or do, in this moment, will upset you." It was the most diplomatic way I'd ever been told that I was a pain in the ass. I fought the urge to scream at him.

Sento che, qualunque cosa io dicessi o facessi in questo momento, tu ne saresti turbata.» Nessuno mi aveva mai detto in modo più diplomatico che ero una rompicoglioni.

Bollocks ," I say, with feeling. "What is 'bollocks'?" Luca asks, sounding very interested. "Never mind," I say firmly to him.

Why was it that cheering expressions were invariably so infuriating?

Sometimes Richard had the sinking suspicion that he had a far better chance of preventing Bonaparte from conquering Europe than he had of thwarting his mother's plans to see him married off within the next Season.

For the first time, Mary understood what drove animals to bite the hand that fed them—sheer irritation at being patronized.

If you'd like to sit here and fume about Dempster or whatever else it is that's eating at you, I said, warming to my theme, feel free to go right ahead. I'll just head off home and spend the evening watching the snooker championships. It's not snooker season, actually, offered Colin, in a conciliatory way. Fine. Darts, then. Envisioning them thrown at my head? he asked ruefully. Despite myself, I smiled back. We were getting there.

Enraged, the other crew members

I lift my arm out of the water. It's a log. Put it back under and it blows up even bigger. People see the log and call it a twig. They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs. Nobody can make it stop.

To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.

She turns to us, acts surprised to see us, then does the bit with the back of the hand to the forehead. You're lost! You're angry! You're in the wrong school! You're in the wrong country! You're on the wrong planet!

I sent a simple smiley face, because my phone did not have a smiley face that was wrapping her hands around her own throat and beating her head against a wall.

Why do you have such a crappy attitude about math? I don't. I have a crappy attitude about everything.

They keep asking questions like "What is wrong with you?" and "Do you think this is cute?" How can I answer? I don't have to. They don't want to hear anything I have to say.

I used to dream about bringing a knife to therapy and slicing her into pork chop-sized pieces.

Precalculus was taught in dog whistle, a pitch too high to hear.