Quotes About Frustration

If I have to look through one more of these, I'm throwing myself off that balcony," he moaned. "Let me know if you need help," Jericho said.

Retaliation is a dog chasing its tail

Feels like we've been in training for the wrong pageant," Nicole said with a sigh.

What fresh hell is this?" Adina muttered.

Like, it's so much pressure all the time and if you get upset or angry, people say, 'Are you on the rag or something?' And it's like I want to say, 'No. I'm just pissed off right now. Can't I just be pissed off? How come that's not okay for me?

It's just too bad they have to die. They're totally bangable, you know?" "Bangable," Taylor mouthed in disgust. She wanted to show this boy another meaning for the word bang, and it involved his head against a steel door.

Qwilleran drove with clenched jaw, enduring the stares and glares of motorists who passed him, their fretful horn-honking and hostile tailgating.

the canvas had disfigured it. Koko squirmed and squealed and made himself

My father was often angry when I was most like him.

He used you, yeah. But what if you hadn't come? My family would have run again, but we would never have been free. We would never stop hunting us. I know. I thought of my frustration in Paris and I couldn't even imagine how sick of running Seth must be. That's why I had to come. His eyebrow cocked upward. And here I thought you came to see me.

Mommy?" I plead. "Please?" "No," she pouts. "I'm nine!" "Please," I say and start to sob, my chest heaving its burden up and down. "I'm nine!" "Please be thirty-four!

I discovered a new emotion, bubbling up from underneath my fear: anger. I was getting very tired of it all. Very tired.

She'd wanted love, a husband and children, a home filled with laughter and security, the things she'd never had as a child. She'd stopped even dreaming about them, she realized, and that was the saddest thing of all. But then she'd never really had a chance; she'd fallen in love with the one man she couldn't have, and it appeared that she was one of those women who loved on once in their lifetime

She whimpered softly into his mouth. We can't, she cried, desperation and desire tearing her apart. The hell we can't, he rasped, taking her hand and moving it down his body to where his flesh strained at the fabric of his pants. Her fingers jerked at the contact: then a spasm of pain crossed her pale face, and her hand lingered involuntarily, exploring the dimensions of his arousal. He caught his breath. Jay, baby, don't' stop me now!

Sudden, hell. I've been hard for two months.

You don't just... just float someone in the air like that! she shouted, so beside herself she was almost frenzied. Why? Is there some human law against it?

Odio la química. No había sido capaz de salir en serio con nadie más en estos dos años por culpa de la estúpida química.

No!" he roared. "I've had enough for today! A little of you goes a long way, lady!" "Please, call me Dione," she murmured. "I don't want to call you anything! My God, would you just leave me alone!" "Of course I will, when my job is finished. I can't let you ruin my record of successful cases, can I?

Caleb swore under his breath and got to his feet. He had so much to say to Lily, and presents to give her, and here she'd taken off on some wild goose chase. She really meant to move to that damned farm, the stubborn little chit.

Steven's patience had been taxed to the limits. He'd never in his life laid a hand on a female in anger, but he was sorely tempted to haul this one off to the woodshed and blister her backside.

The bag sprang a leak. The leak had to be patched. The patch sprang a leak. The crew patched the patch. Then the bag sprang another leak. The drilling could not go on.

If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.

It was very dark. Cassius boldly crossed to a window and threw back a shutter; it dropped off in his hand. He cursed as the heavy wood crashed to the floor, leaving splinters in his fingers and grazing his leg on the way. "Frankly," Helena decided at once, "this seems a bit too elegant for us!

The ghost accused the widow's new husband of having murdered her old one (himself), leaving Moschion in anguish about what to do. Obviously the rest of the play concerned Moschion's frustrated efforts to get the ghost into court as a witness.