Quotes About Frustration

Decided it's time to get a new phone, that's all." "What was wrong with the old one?" Ruger asked, his voice mild. "It broke.

Was definitely throwing out those fuckin' jeans of hers tommorrow. Doesn't matter how fuckable a woman looks in a pair of pants if you can't get them off when it is time to tap ass.

You sure you wanna piss me off? I just pulled my dick out of a willing woman's mouth for you, so it's not like I'm in a good mood to start with.

This bitch and her gorgeous rack had been making my life a living hell for the past six months, because she was the last think I needed in my life and I'd never wanted to fuck anyone more… And that was a problem.

Any other time, any other place, she'd be under me already, but I knew my job. Reapers forever, forever Reapers. Sometimes loyalty sucks.

Now me? I don't even own a f**kin' goldfish. At the end of the day, who's got more to lose here? You call me when you're ready to talk.

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

I have a "carpe diem" mug and, truthfully, at six in the morning the words do not make me want to seize the day. They make me want to slap a dead poet.

It's the injustice that I hate, more than anything," he'd said to Smee one night, his eyes red and glassy, slurring his words, his head lolling as he tried to focus. He'd vomited, and then promptly passed out on a bush. "I hate the world that does not work out fair.

She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments.

Sometimes Peter and Tiger Lily fought. A fight between them looked like this: Peter, head swirling with anger, waving his arms around and expressing five thoughts at once about why she was wrong and he was right; Tiger Lily, curling up inside like a rock, stone-faced, listening but at the same time refusing to hear. She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments.

You'd be good at being angry," he said. "You'd get it right.

Jonathan was tired of arguing with himself. He was obviously conversing with an idiot.

This party is turning out to be the turd-encrusted cherry on the top of my shit-shake of a day.

All of us have our wires crossed and crisscrossed so many times it's impossible to untangle the mess. It really does seem like the entire human race might as well be conversing with hand gestures and grunts, for all the success we're having.

Suddenly, the gods have stopped saying yes and have started making really obnoxious farting noises. In my face. With their armpits.

Here I've been telling him things in my head for weeks, writing long, frenzied missives to him I know I'll never send, and now that I have him less than two feet away, I'm struck dumb. Fantastic.

I want to kill her." "Need me to help you find a good vein?

Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

Round and round in circles we go, clutching at successes we never grasp, endlessly tripping over the same old failures. Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

Why the mad hair, girl?" "Because damn you," growled Thorn, "that's why.

Apologise to my fucking dice!

West stared at her as she trudged off up the hill after the Northmen, hardly able to believe his ears. She was happy to bed that stinking savage, but he was too angry? It was so unfair he almost choked on his rage.

Hoping for a thing often seems the best way o' bringing on the opposite