Quotes About Frustration

A poor person in my community doesn't see a person driving a Tesla and say, 'That benefits me.'

I tested for a couple of pilots, but they said I was too tall.

I knew there was a way to blend records together, but I didn't know how to. This was haunting me when I was in my teens. In my frustration, I decided to start experimenting with electronics. I tested the torque factor on different turntables. I had to figure needles out. See, there are two kinds, elliptical and conical.

My assistants will bear testimony to the fact that I am a very angry man.

The sadness comes because we turned aside to little things and in turning aside failed to reach our dreams — and also failed to reach the potential greatness that was in us.

Stupid poxy game … Programmed by a Spurs fan, or some other kind of moron.

He who is allowed to do as he likes will soon run his head into a brick wall out of sheer frustration.

For a long time now a hint of aversion had lain on everything he did and experienced, a shadow of impotence and loneliness, an all-encompassing distaste for which he could not find the complementary inclination. He felt at times as though he had been born with a talent for which there was at present no objective.

It is the curse of the competent?not to be called upon.

Pooley hunched closer to his pint. 'A pox on it all,' said he. 'The Swan packed full of these idiots, old Soap flushed away round the proverbial S-bend and Cowboy Night looming up before us with about as much promise as the coming of Ragnorok!

the study of jurisprudence, by which I must earn my bread, has so withered and frozen the flowers of my fancy that they will never again seek the light. (To his Mother, November 11, 1829)

It's like the end of the day where you feel nothing has been achieved and you're in a hurry to get the day over with so you can start the next one. You tell yourself you're going to do lots of positive things. But the next day is just like the one before. Sometimes it goes on for weeks.

The telephone is the greatest nuisance among conveniences, the greatest convenience among nuisances.

So they locked me up," Danskin said. "I feigned madness. I babbled, I recited Heine. Nine years. Here I am." They rode in silence for a while. "But you're still pissed off." "Now more than ever.

I don't understand the age we live in, and what I understand I don't like.

Oh, it's too bad!—really, men are tiresome when they think they know everything!

Unfortunately, few adults arrive at maturity without experiencing considerable distress. The degree of regression that occurs and its longevity are a function of many variables. The most significant predisposing factor is the amount of emotional deprivation and unnecessary frustration caused by inadequate or insensitive mothering.

painful emotional experiences, excessive frustration, personal rejection and hurt, physical illness, separation or loss, and death anxiety.

I don't have a hostile disposition toward humankind per se. In fact, I feel quite warmly toward humankind. It's individual humans I have trouble with.

Me tembló el alma. ¿Qué hacer, qué podría hacer para triunfar, para tener dinero, mucho dinero? [...] comprendí que nunca me resignaría a la vida penuriosa que sobrellevaban naturalmente la mayoría de los hombres

Siempre la misma vida: estarse reventando para nada. Decime, Rengo, ¿tiene sentido esta vida? Trabajamos para comer y comemos para trabajar. "Minga" de alegría, "minga" de fiestas, y todos los días lo mismo, Rengo. Esto "esgunfia" ya. —Cierto, Rubio, tenés razón... ¿Así que te animás? —Sí. —Entonces esta noche damos el golpe.

Forget about it," he said. "Sell it to a philosophy quarterly or an urban anthropology journal, or write a fucking script if you want and let Spike Lee shoot the motherfucker, but it's not going to run in any magazine of mine.

When I was an adolescent I wanted to be a Jew, a Bolshevik, black, homosexual, a junkie, half-crazy, and--the crowning touch-- a one-armed amputee, but all I became was a literature professor.

On the ride back to the hotel, they lost the sense of being in a hostile environment, although hostile wasn't the word, an environment whose language they refused to recognize, an environment that existed on some parallel plane where they couldn't make their presence felt, imprint themselves, unless they raised their voices, unless they argued, something they had no intention of doing.