Quotes About Frustration

What a pathetic creature is man! His senses are awakened by the hope for the very thing whose consummation puts him to sleep.

I should be a success and I'm not and other people- younger people- are. Younger people than me are on TV and getting their lives in order. I'm still a nobody. When am I going to not be a nobody?

One thing that was inspiring to me in my research about [Georgia] O'Keeffe was to learn that in addition to her success she had very hard times, and times when she was frustrated and uninspired.

throwing himself into a chair in a manner which implied that he would rather have flung it at the head of his host.

Nada más desagradable a quienes se encolerizan que la indiferencia de aquellos a quienes dirigen sus iras. Uno no gasta energías en enfadarse para desperdiciarlas. Uno se excita, pone la sangre en ebullición para algo. No merece la pena si esta ebullición no produce una chispita de satisfacción. (P. 240)

Sir, you are punctual, and I cannot complain that you have broken your promise; but oh, how the time has dragged, and how long it has seemed before the clock struck six!

It is often woman who inspires us with the great things that she prevents us from accomplishing

Amongst democratic nations men easily attain a certain equality of conditions: they can never attain the equality they desire. It perpetually retires from before them, yet without hiding itself from their sight, and in retiring draws them on. At every moment they think they are about to grasp it; it escapes at every moment from their hold. They are near enough to see its charms, but too far off to enjoy them; and before they have fully tasted its delights they die.

The damnable frustration of revenge. Revenge is for dreams…never for reality.

Why can't people say what they mean at the time?

You wanted a blue rose, Brock said. Didn't you? Wasn't that the whole point? Doesn't everyone want what they cannot have?(Elinor) Here's what I think: it's the quest that matters.(Brock)

She wishes she had time to run around the block once or twice; maybe then she wouldn't feel as if she were about to burn up or shatter.

They'll never meet him. They'll never know that its actually possible for a boy to be so boring you'd agree to kiss him just to get him to shut up. I should get paid to listen to him talk when he calls on the phone. I should get a dollar fifty a hour. Minimum.

He must be an idiot to feel this way, but there's nothing he can do. He doesn't even know if he can manage to speak.

Being a physician is like working on a machine that keeps breaking down, time after time.

The imperfect were often angry

We only hate as long as we feel totally powerless.

What he carried with him, all he carried with him, was a lack, something like a lack of air, of proper behavior in his lungs, a difficulty that he supposed would go on forever.

Sick people grew to resent well people, and sometimes that was true of husbands and wives, or even of mothers and their children. Both

And so it often happened with those practical people. In spite of their calculations, their survival instincts, they might not get as far as they had quite reasonably expected. No doubt it seemed unfair.

She said something I couldn't make out. She spoke in a childish voice. She was complaining, the way you complain about something that isn't fair. You say over and over that something isn't fair, but in a hopeless voice, as if you don't expect the thing that isn't fair to be righted. Mean is another word to be made use of in these circumstances. It's so mean. Somebody has been so mean. (P. 294)

Fucking bastards are simple by nature.

Buckley kept the shoe on his dresser, until one day it wasn't there anymore and no amount of looking for it could turn it up.

We love them. We try every way we can to show that love. But they reject us. They never even listen to how we've suffered. And if they listen they say stupid things. Why don't you speak our language? they ask. Why can't you remember the old ways? Why aren't you happy in America, if everyone there drives motorcars?