Quotes About Frustration

Miss Stephens, observing the chaos that was normal for central London at that hour of the day, observed, 'This is very disorganised. Cannot it be better arranged

I'd become a woman who dreamed of yelling at people who didn't even know how infuriating I found them.

Women complain about sex more often than men. Their gripes fall into two major categories: (1) Not enough. (2) Too much.

Anyone who believes the competitive spirit in America is dead has never been in a supermarket when the cashier opens another check-out line.

All motivators are valid if they produce good work, son. And frustration can be a powerful motivator.

She fits her hand over his and presses. Her skin is soft, and the pressure makes his mouth form a smile. He can be furious with her and still be aware that he loves her at the same time. It took years for him to be able to accept the absence of logic in their love. Frustration plus a bad mood plus a particular smile of hers equaled a shot of joy in his belly.

Linda's uptight too, but in a disheveled way. Her wires are crossed and split and her energy flow is a mess.

Her voice had a thin thread of sadness running through it that made the song important, that made it tell a story that wasn't in the words – a story of despair, of loneliness, of frustration. It was a story that all of them knew by heart and had always known because they had learned it soon after they were born and would go on adding to it until the day they died.

Lutie watched her from the front porch. Damn white people, she thought. Damn them. And then—but it isn't that woman's fault. It's your fault. That's right, but the reason Pop came here to live was because he couldn't get a job and we had to have the State children because Jim couldn't get a job. Damn white people, she repeated.

And Jim couldn't get a job, though he hunted for one — desperately, eagerly, anxiously. Walking from one employment agency to another; spending long hours in the musty agency waiting-rooms, reading old newspapers. Waiting, waiting, waiting to be called up for a job. He would come home shivering from the cold, saying, 'God damn white people anyway. I don't want favors. All I want is a job. Just a job. Don't they know if I know how I'd change the color of my skin?

Many things could upset Monet. If a meal was bad or a tree branch fell in the garden, it could send him into a rage.

how much I'd been thwarted into a carefully constructed nothingness by that man

also found the situation unworkable. Not just unworkable – ridiculous. Not just ridiculous – perturbing.

Oh que ça m'énerve, ça! Bien sûr, c'est plus facile de se dire qu'on est nul et ne rien faire! Bien sûr! C'est une fatalité! C'est si simple de penser qu'on est maudit! Alors quoi? Quels sont tes projects maintenant?

J?s man kr?tat uz nerviem. J?s run?jat mu???bas. J?s dom?jat tikai par sevi. J?s k??stat apnic?gs, galu gal?. ''Es negribu, lai tu aizej.'' Bet k?d?? j?s man sak?t kaut ko tik nej?dz?gu? Atg?dinu jums, ka t? neesmu es, kura aiziet… Jums ir d?ls, vai atceraties? Liels z?ns. Un aizg?jis ir vi?š. Vi?š!

There was no giant sign proclaiming the end of life as they'd known it; instead, there was a mounting pile of annoyances and disappointments.

It was easier when all we wanted to do was eat them and take their stuff," he grumbled. And it had been easier when he hadn't cared if he made any of them cry.

She kicked me off the bed!

Monty blinked. "On what charge, sir?" "On the charge of being a pain in my ass," Burke growled. "And right now, that is good enough for an overnight stay in our facility.

Stupid body. Stupider brain for not posting a sign that said DREAM THREAT—PLEASE IGNORE.

Frustration fills his golden eyes. "What Queen? Who is coming?" "The living myth," I whisper. "Dreams made flesh." His shock is replaced instantly by a fierce hunger. "You're sure?" The room is a swirling mist. He's the only thing still in sharp focus. He's the only thing I need. "I saw her in the tangled web, Daemon. I saw her.

Humans were no end of trouble even before they did anything.

You're not going to answer, are you?" Jaenelle asked after a minute of teeth-grinding silence. "No." "Don't you know the answer?" "Whether I know the answer or not is beside the point. It's not something a man discusses with a young girl." "But you know the answer." Daemon growled.

When a man wears his pants that tight, they tend to pinch his balls, and that tends to pinch his temper.