Quotes About Frustration

She hated the beach, resented the places where she had played planet to Dick's sun.

I matched my grey eyes against his brown ones for guile, my young golf-and-tennis heart-beats against his, which must be slowing a little after years of over-work. And I planned and I contrived and I plotted - any woman can tell you - but it never came to anything, as you will see. I still like to think that if he'd been a poor boy and nearer my age I could manage it, but of course the real truth was that I had nothing to offer that he didn't have.

She plucked a twig and broke it, but she found no spring in it.

His mind, under the influence of that insidious mildew which eventually forms on all but the few, gave itself up furiously to every indignation of the age.

Life was a damned muddle . . . a football game with every one off-side and the referee gotten rid of—every one claiming the referee would have been on his side. . .

We'll all be failures? Yes. I don't mean only money failures, but just sort of - of ineffectual and sad, and - oh, how can I tell you?

She shut her eyes and he could see that the lids were trembling. Dear little Dot, life is so damned hard. She was crying upon his shoulder. So damned hard, so damned hard, he repeated aimlessly; it just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does. Frantic

The thing to do is to forget about the heat,' said Tom impatiently. 'You make it ten times worse by crabbing about it.

I could settle down if women were different, he said. If I didn't understand so much about them, if women didn't spoil you for other women, if they had only a little pride. If I could go to sleep for a while and wake up into a home that was really mine - why, that's what I'm made for, Paula, that's what women have seen in me and liked in me. It's only that I can't get through the preliminaries any more.

Never heard of them [Nick's colleagues], he remarked decisively. This annoyed me.

I'm too bright for most men, and yet I have to descend to their level and let them patronize my intellect in order to get their attention.

The movies remind me of the Triangle Club at Princeton. I used to belong to it, and we always started out firm in our decision to create new and startling things. We always ended up by producing the same old show. In the beginning, our enthusiasm and ideals discarded as rubbish all the old fossilized plots.

She began to cry—she cried and cried. I rushed out and found her mother's maid, and we locked the door and got her into a cold bath.

there were no dreams, no dreams to haunt him.

She didn't like it, he said immediately. Of course she did. She didn't like it, he insisted. She didn't have a good time. He was silent and I guessed at his unutterable depression. I feel far away from her, he said. It's hard to make her understand. You mean about the dance? The dance? He dismissed all the dances he had given with a snap of his fingers. Old sport, the dance is unimportant.

I'm going to start being that. I don't like being twenty-two. I hate it more than anything in the world.

I can do the one hundred things beyond the next thing, but I stub my toe on that

Life was a damned muddle . . . a football game with every one off-side and the referee gotten rid of—every one claiming the referee would have been on his side. . . .

I hadn't the faintest idea what 'this matter' was, but I was more annoyed than interested.

You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I?

You never saw people anymore, everything was self-service, everybody behind glass windows. And you could not get a real person on the phone. Everywhere you called, a recorded message connected you to another recorded message and then hung up on you.

Seated in a car full of women, squashed between his six-foot landlady and Sybil Underwood, having to listen to them talk nonstop all the way to Atlanta and back, was too much for him to bear.

Nothing had come easy to him. School, sports, or girls... it seemed to Oswald that everyone else had come into this world with a set of instructions but him. From the beginning he had always felt like a pair of white socks and brown shoes in a roomful of tuxedos. He had never really gotten a break in life, and now it was all over.

Maggie was the only person she knew with genuine class. "Damn it to hell!" she yelled to the cats. "What ever happened to people behaving like ladies and gentlemen?" The cats had no clue, and got up and left the room. As she sat