Quotes About Frustration

Everywhere I looked life seemed to be full of problems and they were just going to go on and on. It was never going to get any better.

My life as a professional musician is a joyless exercise in futility.

Right before my eyes, I could see my life going away from me and there was nothing I could do.

Writing was what I did best, better than being a daughter or girlfriend or sister. Writing was me. But now writing is one of the things I can't do.

Writing was me. But now writing is one of the things I can't do.

Writing was what I did best, better than being a daughter, or girlfriend, or sister. Writing was me. But now writing is one of the things I can't do.

Let it out, all that stuff you're carrying around. You're pissed off at me, at your paretns, at life, at Eleanor. Come on. Let me have it. Don't disappear in there.

I don't say anything because I used to love words. I loved them and was good at arranging them. Because of this, I felt protective of all the best ones. But now all of them, good and bad, frustrate me.

Stupid entropy ruins everything.

No one acknowledges the reasons behind my wrath, only that I am angry.

When Thomas Hobbes called life "nasty, brutish, and short," he was describing life during war, but it applies equally well to life with small children (as well as to the children themselves). Like war, it manages to be both boring and exhausting. Day after day, there's nothing to do and so much to get done.

You may be thinking, What if she's emotionally damaged after crying? What if she never trusts me again? Your natural inclination is to just soothe her. And yet, you've been doing that—for weeks, months, or years—and that hasn't helped her sleep. What's more, the long-term effects of sleep deprivation are far worse than a few days of your child's frustration in learning a new skill or accepting a new limit.

Growing up, my sisters and I would always talk stories. One of my frustrations was I didn't know anything about cameras. I didn't know how to make a film and I obviously didn't have a special effects budget. I was a kid. So I was learning to draw to get down the stuff that was in my head, that I couldn't afford to actually do.

Hye Evans? That fat old fool," said Lilian. "That man couldn't diagnose a nail sticking out of your leg if you turned up with a nail sticking out of your leg, saying 'Doctor, I just accidentally hammered a nail into my leg.

That thing that everyone talks about. That really big newspaper in the sky that came along and ruined everything else, blah blah blah.' Rosie was stumped, until light finally dawned. 'You mean the internet?' 'Well, yes. I hate that thing.' 'The whole thing?' 'Yes.' 'You hate the entire internet?' 'Yes.

A fight is like a fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it's living, breathing thing and there's no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could.

Excuse me, fuck you.

I hate when people say that they have something to tell you and they don't just say it.

When she leaned forward to mess with the AC vents, her hair brushed against my leg and it was really soft. It made remember all over again. It made it hard to stay pissed and keep her at arm's length the way I'd planned. It was pretty near damn impossible. When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she'd forget about my asshole of a brother.

Because sometimes words were so pitifully inadequate, and I knew that, but I had to try anyway.

It doesn't matter if I like him or not, because he doesn't like me back.

That's how I'm feeling about everything these days: ugh. No.

I try to do some eye makeup, but I end up washing everything off and starting over again.

I'm sick of waiting for karma. Karma can suck it.