Quotes About Frustration

She wants very badly for her father to say, Yes, that's it absolutely, ma chérie, but he says nothing.

How does life get to be like this? Where she wears her sister's castoff underlinen and a thrice-patched dress while men like Kalaphates go about in silk and velvet with servants trotting behind? While foreigners like these have basins of milk and courtyards of geese and a different coat for every feast day? She feels a scream building inside her, a shriek to shatter glass.

In the dormitory window one night, Frederick rest his forehead against the glass. "I hate them. I hate them for that.

He was failing at everything important. A room away his daughter was sitting with her face in her hands and he could not go to her.

It is not so fun being asked how tall you are all the time.

But on most days, especially the warm ones, life exhausts him; the worsening traffic and graffiti and company politics, everyone grousing about bonuses, benefits, overtime.

Werner turns the fine-tune dial fractionally, and abruptly the voice booms into his ears, Dvee-nat-set, shayst-nat-set, davt-set-adeen, nonsense, terrible nonsense, pipelined directly into his head; it's like reaching into a sack full of cotton and finding a razor blade inside, everything constant and undeviating and then that one dangerous thing, so sharp you can hardly feel it open your skin.

There are moments when von Rumpel feels impatience rising in him like bile, but he forces himself to swallow it back. It will come.

Marie-Laure will not see anything for the rest of her life. Spaces she once knew as familiar–the four-room flat she shares with her father, the little tree-lined square at the end of her street–have become labyrinths bristling with hazards. Drawers are never where they should be. The toilet is an abyss. A glass of water is too near, too far; her fingers too big, always too big.

The path unspools much too slowly. His fly rod snags on brambles, the fly line is suddenly, immediately, miserably tangled, how do such things happen, how do such horrific tangles suddenly emerge from thin straight lines?

At night Ward tossed in self-loathing: how, he wondered, can you want something so badly, finally get it, and yet wind up discontented? And how can it happen so quickly? When he finally could sink into sleep his dreams boiled with faceless devils; he woke--gasping--with their talons on his windpipe.

It's embarrassingly plain how inadequate language is.

was kept waiting in an anteroom and was admitted only after a long delay.

For some commutes, the time spent stuck in traffic will hit four hours per day.

Alex listened as the two men argued, neither really listening to what the other had to say. So this was how the government worked!

I've met police dogs with more intelligence than those two. You could tell them everything we've done, down to the last word, and they'd still end up running around in a circle, sniffing each other's arses.

And I can absolutely see her beating someone to death because she was annoyed with them. Mind you, she'd probably torture them first by reading them one of her poems.

Why do you have to be so bloody uncooperative all the time? Do you have any idea how difficult it is writing these books?

Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness,' says Antonio in Webster's The Duchess of Malfi, a play I first saw at the RSC in 1971 with Judi Dench in the title role. But it's accepting that you will never achieve your ambition that can really drive you mad.

Quite the opposite. I had to prop her up with her therapies and her health club and her yoga sessions and all the rest of it. After the honeymoon, she hardly ever let me into her bed and even on the honeymoon I had to chase her round the bloody ecolodge that she'd chosen in the middle of Mexico.

His chest was heaving. He was on the edge of tears. "You've never tried to see things my way. You don't have any understanding what it's like being me.

It often seemed to Eric that he was trapped and that he had been from the moment of his birth.

know I shouldn't say it in this day and age but I'm absolutely useless without a man. There isn't a moment I don't miss Charlie. I never get anything right. I can't work out the buttons on the TV remote control. Parking the car is a nightmare even though it's only a Toyota Prius and it isn't that big.

One day, he knew, he would have had enough. He wouldn't be able to control himself any more. And then what? He had no idea.