Quotes About Frustration

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair. They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardly worth supporting.

Airplane Law, The: When the plane you are on is late, the plane you want to transfer to is on time.

Things there are no solution to: Inflation, bureaucracy & dandruff.

I'm dying and all I hear are insults!

We were promised a simpler life, and technology has only complicated our lives.

Anger rose in me. Didn't they know how hard I'd been working to overcome my family background? Now all my efforts were wasted.

If there exists in this universe anything more infuriating and crazy-making than a man, I don't know what it is, thank you, and I don't want to know.

Maybe one day it would happen. Maybe one day her life would start going according to plan instead of spluttering and stalling like some clapped-out old banger.

It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.

I'd tell him to go to hell, but it just so happens I'm stuck there and don't want to have to see him every day.

Go away. I hate everyone right now, and I'm pretty sure that includes you.

He thought of Hilary's tantrums, of her vacuum-cleaner kisses, her sharp teeth and scraping hands.

Our house is so difficult to find that people always arrive late, which means that by the time we go into dinner, I've had so many dry Martinis I'm practically under the piano, and it no longer seems to matter that I haven't put the potatoes on.

The malcontent appeared to be offended. "Oh," he shouted at the assemblage, "this is the deal, is it?

A minimum of three and a half hours. Probably closer to five." The vent's valve mechanism was meant to be serviced from the other side. It took half an hour of fighting to find a decent angle with the wrench and remove the bolts. She finally managed to tug it loose, at which point she had to spend another twenty minutes using her torch to cut the damned thing into smaller pieces so she could get it out of her way.

People who are unhappy and frustrated in their work either have invalid mission and purposes—"I want to make a million dollars before I'm twenty-one"—or they don't have one and are serving someone else's, and some part of them understands this at some deep level.

I want to talk. I talk to everybody, and it pisses me off when they interpret to talk back. I sometimes think of offering money to friends to buy their turn in a conversation.

Letting the wrong people hang around is unfair to all the right people, as they inevitably find themselves compensating for the inadequacies of the wrong people. Worse, it can drive away the best people. Strong performers are intrinsically motivated by performance, and when they see their efforts impeded by carrying extra weight, they eventually become frustrated.

When we do discipline without showing frustration, the odds for success increase in a very big way.

Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.

After missing the cut at the 1957 Masters because of poor putting, Hogan retired to the clubhouse and suggested that putting should no longer be a part of the game. "If I had my way," Hogan grumbled, "every golf green would be made into a huge funnel. You hit the funnel and the ball would roll down a pipe into the hole. I've always considered that golf is one game," Hogan added, "and putting another.

Stupid f***ing white man.

Golf is not a game, it's bondage. It was obviously devised by a man torn with guilt, eager to atone for his sins.