Quotes About Frustration

The tension has worn us out. It is a deadly tension that feels as if a jagged knife blade is being scraped along the spine. Our legs won't function, our hands are trembling and our bodies are like thin membranes stretched over barely repressed madness, holding in what would otherwise be an unrestrained outburst of endless scream.s. We have no flesh, no muscle now

What's the matter with you anyway? Riesenfeld shouts You look like a moon-struck kangaroo!

when I hear the word 'peace-time,' it goes to my head: and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing—something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salaries and so on—it makes me sick, it is and always was disgusting.

Nikad ne treba da me ?ekaš. Strašno je ?ekati. - Ti, Robi, baš ništa ne razumeš. Strašno je samo kad nema šta da se ?eka.

Mais quand on rêve à de grandes choses, c'est pas simple de n'avoir sous la main que des petites choses.

Ferris, himself fed up with construction delays and Burnham's pestering, had told Gronau to turn the wheel or tear it off the tower.

Damn those bloody Huns for breaking up an enjoyable party.

Seriously, Dad…a peach pit?" "This subject is closed, Erika.

Corbin wanted, quite simply, to die. He had wished for death many times over his long lifespan, but never as fervently as he did while Beth Adams rattled off breastfeeding statistics, her baby sucking industriously, mouth fully around the entire areola, as Sam was quick to point out, finger outlining the area in question. Corbin was speechless. -Corbin at Baby Boot Camp

My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.

Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.

If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?

Housework, if it is done properly, can cause brain damage.

All I know is I was possibly the only woman in the world dedicated to inner peace and tranquility who would end up with varicose veins of the neck from shouting.

I try, but somehow I am always the woman in the wrong line. Lines are like a foreign language. You have to know how to read and to translate them. What looks to me like a thirty-second transaction invariably ends up as a tenor thirty-minute wait.

Much of the loss of temper that we see in family life and in intimate friendships and courtships stems from simply hearing the wrong things at the wrong times.

the great increase in bitterness and frustration in the modern world is largely due to the eclipse of the sacred dimension

Oh Jake, Brett said, We could have had such a damned good time together. Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me. Yes, I said. Isn't it pretty to think so?

This is a hell of dull talk... How about some of that champagne?

I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.

And we could have all this,' she said. 'And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible.' 'What did you say?' 'I said we could have everything.' 'We can have everything.' 'No, we can't.' 'We can have the whole world.' 'No, we can't.' 'We can go everywhere.' 'No, we can't. It isn't ours anymore.' 'It's ours.' 'No, it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back.

I suppose she only wanted what she couldn't have. Well, people were that way. To hell with people. The Catholic Church had an awfully good way of handling all that. Good advice, anyways. Not to think about it. Oh, it was swell advice. Try and take it sometime. Try and take it.

It's a bore, he said out loud. What is, my dear? Anything you do too bloody long.

I explained, winefully, how we did not do the things we wanted to; we never did such things.