Quotes About Frustration

I read the paper about suicides and murders and I understand it all thoroughly. I feel murderous, suicidal. I feel somehow that it is a disgrace to do nothing, to just bide one's time, to take it philosophically, to be sensible.

I'm sick of my own romanticism!

Oh, I thought, without a doubt, everything in my life is falling to pieces. Nothing that my hand grasps can my hand hold.

There is nothing more tragic for a man who has been expecting to die than a long convalescence.

The loudspeaker on the wall crackles, hisses, and suddenly announces, in astonishingly soothing tones, that a train is going to be delayed. An ocean swell of sighs ripples through the waiting room.

Mi chiamo Davide Griffo e sono mortificato per avere alzato la voce, ma non capivo quello che il suo agente mi andava dicendo. È straniero?». Montalbano preferì sorvolare.

Und ich hasse die Mittelschichts-Blödmänner, die so viel zu sagen haben, aber nie einen einzigen verdammten Tag mit dem Versuch verbracht haben, am Leben zu bleiben.

Why are they all trying to make me into a saint? Oh God! Oh God! I want to do things. Stop turning me into a saint.

If this had been any other racetrack, I would have packed my bags and left.

I was committing the most amateurish of errors—escalating my wagers in an attempt to get even—but

For him, breaking the Enigma was much easier than the problem of dealing with other people, especially with those holding power.

The possibilities. Is there any greater pain to know what could be, and yet be powerless to make it be?

one million furious you didn't call for sex, but only five actually available to meet you.

Ninety years old and chatttering, chattering away as if the cure for his inability to speak Japanese were the application of more Japanese.

You feel all the time that you want to do something, that there is some affect unavailable to you, that there's a physical need of impossible urgency and discomfort for which there is no relief, as though you were constantly vomiting from your stomach but had no mouth.

Realitatea faptului c? trebuia s? îmi pun nu una, ci DOUÄ' È™osete, È™i apoi DOI pantofi m? copleÈ™ea, È™i voiam s? m? întorc în pat.

screaming caterpillar that just screams and screams and when you ask it to stop it just keeps screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and scream—

a screaming caterpillar that just screams and screams and when you ask it to stop it just keeps screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming and scream—

which pisses her off and makes her scream and i look around my room and miss me.

All the picketers look bored and hot and like they

God. I couldn't have stood another minute of it. Straight people are so depressing.

She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how he kept loving her blindly when she deserved it so little.

She glared at him, feeling the old frustration. Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times she felt completely alone-as though any bond to him was her own bitter imagination.

She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.