Quotes About Frustration

Cuando la vi me costó reconocerla. Había engordado y su rostro, pese al maquillaje, exhibía el estrago más que del tiempo de las frustraciones, cosa que me sorprendió pues yo en el fondo nunca creí que Clara aspirara a nada.

Hasta los jóvenes, que en teoría son la esperanza del cambio, se están convirtiendo en unos motos y en unos puteros. Esto no tiene arreglo, esto sólo se arregla con la revolución.

Instead, he was still acting distant from her in many subtle ways, and although they continued to sleep in the same bed, there had been no intimacy whatsoever. Such behavior raised an old concern of hers that Daniel was either incapable or unmotivated to offer the kind of emotional support she felt she needed, particularly in period of stress, no matter what the cause or whose fault it was. (Stephanie)

I was almost annoyed at her for spoiling my perfectly good sulk.

I bit my tongue and sat through his detailed and strained explanation. Not for the first time, I realized he considered me slightly slow. My silences he mistook for a lack of wit rather than a lack of any need to speak.

It was a terrible division, to feel such need for someone, and yet angry that need existed.

Does anything feel worse than being angry with people you love?" "P. 307: Fitz to Chade

For too many, when they get their dream, they discover it is not what they wanted. Or the dream is bigger than their abilities, and all ends in bitterness.

Explanations had seldom worked between us. Trust had.

All I ever wanted to do was live my own life. And I'm having damn little success at that." p. 250: Brashen Trell and Amber

I didn't want to be sad. I wanted to be angry. Angry hurt less.

Battered at my dreams like a moth trying to destroy itself in a lantern's flame.

Take all self-determination from a man's life, and all that is left for him to do is complain.

Depois daquilo comecei a desejar esclarecer as coisas com o Bobo. Como um dente doloroso, remoí uma e outra vez o que lhe queria dizer.

Tinha andado a manter um silêncio amuado para com ele, esperando avidamente que me perguntasse que bicho me tinha mordido. O problema era que ele não o fazia. Haverá alguma coisa mais provocadora do que esperar que alguém comece uma discussão?

When you speak in riddles, it exasperates me. Yet when you try to speak clearly of yourself, it frightens me.

I'd never been so hurt, and I couldn't tell if it was what he had said or how I had reacted to it. Stupid boy. Of course I'd get angry and demand to know who had said such horrid things.

Fool, cannot you ever speak plain?" I cried out in frustration. He halted as suddenly as if struck. In mid-pirouette, he lowered his heels to the floor and stood like a statue. "Would it help any?" he asked soberly. "Would you listen to me if I came to you and did not speak in riddles? Would that make you pause and think and hang upon every word, and ponder those words later, in your chamber?

Hope, dashed too often, becomes the enemy. I heard her words and they did not make my heart leap with gladness. Instead I felt hot anger.

Where is the justice of fate, when a half-wit has in abundance and values not at all that which I so desperately lack?

You should have asked me! You should have asked me!" I hated the tears that suddenly flooded my eyes and how my throat closed and choked me. I didn't want to be sad. I wanted to be angry. Angry hurt less." p. 501 Bee to Fitz

There was no hope in conversing with her when she was hungry. No matter what they discussed, it was always his fault.

When one has been disappointed for so long, hope becomes the enemy. One cannot be dashed to the earth unless one is lifted first

For men love what they cannot have, and hate what they cannot control.