Quotes About Frustration

Who did it? Tell me who did it, you slime! Who murdered Hollis? You tell them! You tell them they're dead! You know how much firepower I have floating out there? I oughtta take out this entire rat-hole neighborhood! I oughtta. . . oughtta break your neck, you. . . you. . . Oh god damn. God damn. God damn. God damn!

but you're angry. Not with me, because no one could be angry with me, but with others.

We're just too good at our job." "Damn it," Valkyrie scowled. "I hate being too good at our job.

Well, it took me over two hours to find Frencescos keys which was disappointing but I did go to Venice for free and I didnt fall into the canal on the way home like a twat.

You want the world to behave as you wish. It does not, hence your anger and your grief.

Goddamn yer blood, you . . . / Lewrie wished to shout aloud; can't I relieve him for drunkeness, at least? He 71 bugger this up, certain! Drunk as Davy's Sow, or from spite for gettin' some o' his Molly Boys knackered! For better or worse, though, unfortunately, he was stuck with him. Oh, but if you turn this into a shambles, Jemmy, I'll see ye stomped on like a worm!

One interviewer asked me: 'How do you feel that you've betrayed your father?' That wasn't really very cool.

Jeez banana! Shut your freaking gob!

I'm in my junior year but I can't take it anymore. The beige walls, the scent of linoleum and used lockers, the shrill bell between classes. High school is sucking the life out of me.

There's a time when things go out of tune. It's not all the time. It's not even a lot of the time. But it is some of the time. And then you have to deal with it all. Everything comes out wrong. You dream about goats and monkeys. People start to look at things wrong. Maybe you think the world looks squashed and flat. Maybe you get stones in the bulgar and you burn the smoked wheat.

He threw down the remote with disgust and wiped his hands on the stained expanse of his yellow button-down shirt. What a shop he'd inherited. The backup system had gone on the fritz and he had a bunch of union hires who didn't know a generator from Santa Claus. And a princess anchor talent whining about going live from the field.

Asshat! You Darth Vadered me!" (Delaney to Rowan)

Scarlett soon found herself leaning halfway out the window, trying to figure out how to get the shutters closed. If she killed herself trying to close these darn things, she was going to be super annoyed.

Good riddance. After all, it's not as if the jerk had done me any favors recently. Well, he'd washed my clothes and bought me two breakfasts (like a Hobbit). There was that. But he'd also dragged me into a Battle of the Sexes that should have been over and done with a good thirty years ago, all because he needed a warm body to fill a slot.

There were some days that deserved to be drowned at birth and everyone sent back to bed with a hot brandy, a box of chocolates and a warm, energetic companion. Today was without question one of those days.

SOME DAYS DESERVED to be drowned at birth and everyone sent back to bed with a hot brandy, a box of chocolates, and a warm, energetic companion.

Some days, Lucy thought, deserved to be drowned at birth and everyone sent back to bed with a hot brandy, a box of chocolates, and a warm, energetic companion.

Typical! I break my neck trying to get here, and I find you peacefully tidying up!

Kirk you son of a dirty, lying, sidewinding—somebody cut me off before I say something I'll have to apologize to him for.

right. It's hopeless

Violence is the weapon of the weak. - Ralph Abernathy

Hell hath no fury like a liberal scorned.

I certainly didn't feel like writing anymore. I couldn't explain why, but the only emotion that I could arouse were feelings of anger and after staying mad all day and half the night, I was just plain tired. Mad at what? Just about everything, for just about everything was done wrong or it wasn't done perfectly. Since nothing but perfection was acceptable, I stayed mad.

You don't know how you haunt and bewilder me. You don't know how the cursed carelessness that is over-officious in helping me at every other turning of my life WON'T help me here. You have struck it dead, I think, and I sometimes wish you had struck me dead along with it.