Quotes About Frustration

Happiness was just a trick in your case.

So he bought her a car, only he refuse to show her how to drive it.

This, then, was the power people like us had. The power to enslave others and to frustrate their dreams.

When a movement awakens people to the possibilities of life, it seems unfair to frustrate them by then denying what they had thought was offered. But what was offered? What was promised? What was it all about? What good did it do? Would it have been better, as some have suggested, to leave the Negro people as they were, unawakened, unallied with one another, unhopeful about what to expect for their children in some future world?

Can't you see I'm already half dead.

she say her head feel like its full of little white men with hammers.

I have talked to many international sporting men and women and there is one common denominator that has driven them to excellence,' Atkinson continues. 'That is the frustration and hurt they have experienced from someone who has told them they would never achieve or be good at anything.

Linda was keen to try, but musicianship and songwriting did not come easily to her, and she quickly discovered that she could not count on master classes from her highly accomplished husband. "No, he is not a good teacher, Paul," she said in a frank moment. "He has no patience what-so-ever with somebody who doesn't know. He

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing... I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.

Shit, Violence, bullets in the brain Unavailing. We're in too deep to pull out. Waiting for an orgasm, Mr. Baldwin? Yes, waiting for an orgasm that's all.

I'm with you in Rockland where you scream in a straightjacket that you're losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness

who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg, who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade, who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried...

TELEPHONE n. An invention of the devil which abrogates some of the advantages of making a disagreeable person keep his distance.

Life's a queue of small irritations with the Last Door at the end.

Prickomo fucking cocksca. That bastard old arsehole-fucker.

Freedom did not seem to have made anyone any less angry.

She was the scab he couldn't stop picking, the split lip he couldn't stop biting at, the loose thread he couldn't stop tugging

He blamed every fucker available excepting, of course, the one who was actually to blame, the one sitting in his saddle and getting colder, hungrier, and more lost with every unpleasant moment. 'Shit!' he roared at nothing.

life is the misery we endure between disappointments

Round and round in circles we go, clutching at successes that we never grasp, endlessly tripping over the same old failures. Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

As commander of a battalion his trade had been to fight the enemy with steel. As a staff officer, it seemed, his role was to fight his own side with paper, more secretary than soldier. He felt like a man trying to push a huge stone up a hill. Straining and straining, getting nowhere, but unable to stop pushing in case the rock should fall and crush him. Meanwhile, arrogant bastards who were in just the same danger lazed on the slopes beside him saying, "Well, it's not my rock.

Fucking pinks," she hissed to herself.