Quotes About Frustration

You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful piece of advice I can offer. If you don't have what you want now, you don't have what you want.

All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.

She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.

El la empujaba a autodestruirse. Hacía que ella deseara y luego no le daba ninguna satisfacción.

She had to do something. She felt so desperate she couldn't even stand to be in her own skin. She would rather have clubbed herself over the head with her history binder than feel the things she was feeling. This was why she had broken up with him. So she wouldn't have to go through this. The wishing and wanting and not having. Why had it turned out so wrong?

Sorry, Mary Anne, I can't hear you!" I shouted into the phone receiver. Mary Anne Spier cleared her throat and began, "I said, hi, I really missed you, and —" "EEEEEEEE!" That was my two-year-old sister, Emily Michelle, racing through the kitchen. Behind

We Hate Boys Club

Janine shook her head. Then she stomped into the house. "Mean Janine," I muttered. "Come on, Jamie. Let's go." Janine had spoiled my whole afternoon.

Then, once again, my charming brothers ruined everything.

I am not yelling!" I yelled.

Honestly, boys can be such pains.

The two-year-olds were standing over a pile of dirty forks and spoons, laughing hysterically. They're okay, Claudia said. No thanks to you, Mary Anne commented under her breath. If you're so concerned, why don't you teach Marnie and Ryan to play Parchessi? Claudia said, marching out of the room. They're already making a silverware sculpture! Mary Anne retorted. (Boy, was Mary Anne furious. She never talks like that).

What was going on here? Had the Baby-Sitters Club suddenly dropped to bottom priority? I wanted to jump up and scream at them.

Hmmph. This was a sorry excuse for a baby-sitting club.

It was a gloomy day, gloomy outside and gloomy inside. Nobody felt like having a meeting of the Baby-sitters Club. Dawn and I were depressed, Claudia was mad because she'd flunked a spelling test, Mary Anne was upset because her kitten, Tigger, had worms and Stacey was upset because she had a doctor's appointment coming up and she hates doctor's appointments.

Another time, after failing to get my attention as I participated in a White House conference call on Russia sanctions, Declan stomped away, muttering, "Putin, Putin, Putin . . . When is it going to be Declan, Declan, Declan

Everyone pushes and is angry at the people who push them.

It was "The devil of a Sex." It was a cursed thing, he said, that a man could be neither happy with them, nor without them. Devil's baits was another of his compliments to us. He hardly mentioned my name.

when Mrs. Risenshein arrested and I was surprised to hear myself cursing under my breath as I resuscitated her, "I wish she would die so I could just go to sleep," and I was shocked when I realized that I'd just wished a human being dead so I could go to sleep. Animal. Eat

And life is thorny; and youth is vain

I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?

Es usted un tipo curioso, Chacaltana. Siempre está a punto de dar en el blanco y siempre falla.

And then your frustration can be taken as evidence of your frustration, that you speak this way, about this or that, because you are frustrated. It is frustrating to be heard as frustrated; it can make you angry that you are heard as angry.

A complaint can be a point you reach when you can't take it, when you are "just done with this," the violence