Quotes About Frustration

This awful fact…that you can be beside someone, looking them in the eyes…as I was looking a certain person in the eyes one day…and you can see you're a beggar at a gate through which you'll never enter; whoever does go in, it won't be you, ever, you with your world inside your head, the world you see and touch…

When you died, you died in small doses. You had trouble speaking. You forgot who was beside you. You were suddenly furious and in a panic of outrage. You wished you could be saintly. You wished you weren't so weak. You suddenly felt better and fooled yourself into believing that a miracle was about to happen. Well, wasn't that all a dirty rotten thing to pull on somebody.

I try to tell myself I must accept certain private inevitabilities. I will live a life of continual deep fatigue, for example. I will carry in me, like a poison, like a virus, rancor for most things, and while this condition will not improve, nonetheless I will learn to live with my rancor as if it were a minor irritation. There will be many achievable things that I will not do and then there will come a time when I realize they are no longer even achievable.

Quando un'ex si sposa, una donna può ridere. Al secondo comincia a innervosirsi. Ma a tre? Diventa una questione personale: cosa c'è in me che impedisce a un uomo di sborsare una bella sommetta in nome dell'eterno amore. [...] È come i coperchi sigillati. Sai com'è, ti ammazzi di fatica per aprire un barattolo a pressione e il coperchio non cede. Non appena lo passi a un altro puoi stare sicura che il coperchio salterà via da solo.

Austin's 'entire disappointment' in the marriage, and his entrapment, as a fly caught in a spider's web.

Damn it, but she hated it when her inner brown bunny came out to play. The

Damn that woman!

I'm going to brush my hair and change my clothes if we're going out. That gives you two ten minutes to get it out of your system, so I'm not stuck with a couple of frustrated horndogs all day. But no pressure, she added on a laugh as she swung out of the room and started upstairs.

How the devil did he get himself caught? By being no brighter than you, Suzette snapped before her father could answer. God, you are a fishwife, Jeremy said with disgust and then muttered to himself, It figures Dicky would marry sweet little mousy Christiana himself and stick me with the sister who was a harpy.

Sì." Abigail eyed him with exasperation. "Stop saying sì. Explain. Honestly, it's times like this your communication skills—" A kiss ended her irritated rant quite effectively.

something that I could call a lust for annoyance. The voluptuousness of annoyance

tive um daqueles meus impulsos que nunca chegavam à execução: foi atirar à rua caixão, defunto e tudo.

If I sit for a while, then my impatience, crossness, frustration, are indeed annihilated, and my sense of humor returns.

But I'm not patient! cried Meg passionately. I've never been patient!

I suppose that depends on how you look at it," Meg said. "Usually no matter what happens people think it's my fault, even if I have nothing to do with it at all. But I'm sorry I tried to fight him. It's just been an awful week. And I'm full of bad feeling.

One definition of hell is having your own way all the time.

Meg stamped, loudly and angrily, against the hard, cold surface of the rock.

What happens when you swear?" "Nothing. Sometimes it makes me feel better. Not often. Not unless I can really shout." "Oh. I thought maybe if I swore, God would strike me down." "No," Sunset answered sadly. "It doesn't work that way. It's too bad, isn't it. But sometimes it does help if you shout. Would you like to try it?

The rage she felt was a real thing, you could almost take it out of her and see it, like a red mist.

It ended badly. As everything Helen Doyle had ever touched seemed to end.

She sat icy and withdrawn. She had hoped he would touch her, put his arms around her. Now she felt she would kill him if he tried.

Slightly at a loss, Louis turned to talk to someone else. Young women didn't normally walk away from him like that. Stevie had been watching; he saw the way Louis had laid his hand on Kit's arm with his easy familiar charm. It had made Stevie rage inside.

Two and a half thousand left-handed people are killed every year using things made for right-handed people.

It is a terrible thing to want something you cannot have. It takes you over. I couldn't think straight because of it. There was no one else, I realized, whom I could possibly tell.