Quotes About Frustration

I am dying of the incomprehension of those who could have seen me and held me, dying of the emptiness of cautious and clever people, and of the lovelessness of hesitancy and not-much-liking.

The gift that isn't big enough to make a mark, but is too big to leave the possessor in peace. And so they can't be content to be Sunday painters, or poets who write for a few friends, or composers whose handful of delicate little settings of Emily Dickinson can't find a singer. It's a special sort of hell.

What had Pledger-Brown said? Too bad, Davey; he wanted blood and all we could offer was guts.

people don't want to believe the truth about themselves. They get some mental picture of themselves and then they devil the poor old body, trying to make it like the picture. When it won't obey-can't obey, of course-they are mad at it, and live in it as if it were an unsatisfactory house they were hoping to move out of.

grates. As he worked, he was reminded of the myth of Sisyphus and the cruel king's terrible fate. No sooner had Kim cleared an area of its filth than it became refouled with a fresh

George snapped irritably. "But the circumstances

I'd never understand little kids. You ask them to clean up their toys, and it's like the end of the freaking world. You ask them to do a big kid chore that they won't be any good at, and it's like an early Christmas present.

There was a long pause while she hated everyone impartially: Tor for behaving like a farmer's son whose pet chicken has just been insulted; her father, for being so immovably kingly; and Perlith for being Perlith.

Her betrothed is a lout, her father is a boor; and now her brother is trailing around looking like a thunderstorm about to burst. Men are not sensible creatures.' 'Thank you,' said Robin.

Galanna's gift, it was dryly said, was to be impossible to please.

I loved every one of these people. And I couldn't take another minute of their company.

I didn't like it.…Oh, right, I thought, good one. The train is roaring toward you and the villain is twirling his moustache and you're fussing that he's tied you to the track with the wrong kind of rope.

I'm not a goddam invalid!" I howled at Charlie. "I don't need to be treated with gloves and—and bedpans! Will you please tell me I'm being a miserable bitch and you'd like to upend a garbage bin over my head!" There was a pause. "Well, the idea had crossed my mind," said Charlie. I stood there, buttery fists clenched, breathing hard. "Thank you," I said.

When things are said in anger, irritation or frustration, you can put a hole into someone just like you have put a hole into that fence.

Because I know that frustration is the child of stagnation. And steady progress is a testimony to my talent.

In pleasant peace and security How suddenly the soul in a man begins to die He shall look up above the stalled oxen Envying the cruel falcon, And dig under the straw for a stone To bruise himself on.

Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.

For the last week or so it's like getting jabbed with a little needle every time I hear that word. Gram is trying to pretend how excited she is I'm finally in the eighth grade, like this is a really big deal. Which is a joke, because the only reason I got passed from seventh grade is because they figured this way the big butthead can be — quote — someone else's problem, thank God, we've had quite enough of Maxwell Kane — unquote.

I get no respect. The way my luck is running, if I was a politician I would be honest.

With my dog I don't get no respect. He keeps barking at the front door. He don't want to go out. He wants me to leave.

You know a movie is slow when you start looking to see what time it is. You know it's awful when you start shaking your watch to see if it has stopped. One

Q I join the queue We move up nicely. I ask the lady in front What are we queuing for. 'To join another queue,' She explains. 'How pointless,' I say, 'I'm leaving.' She points To another long queue. 'Then you must get in line.' I join the queue. We move up nicely.

I was tired of looking for sense where there wasn't any.

I am not normally claustrophobic and my life was not in imminent peril, but something about this shining prison annoyed me out of all proportion to the situation itself.