Quotes About Frustration

Sometimes being a grown-up sucked.

What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.

I had these plans and it turns out I don't know anything. I can't even accomplish the simplest task.

It's difficult to explain, but I just somehow feel that I never really *have* lived; that I never really will live--exist or whatever--in the sense that other people do. It drives me crazy. I was terribly aware of it all those nights waiting for you in the Ritz bar looking around at what seemed to be real grown-up lives. I just find everybody else's life surrounded by plate glass. I mean I'd like to break through it just once and actually touch one.

I had nothing better to do, had I, except recount my money and repaint my finger-nails and die of frustration?

Boy, this really wasn't one of his days. He just couldn't put a foot right. It was a situation all too familiar to me, this business of setting off on the wrong foot and doggedly remaining there. Only I'd never watched it from the outside before. It was fascinating.

If I wanted so much to go-- if everything I wanted in the whole world was on the other side of that door, why didn't I just go?... What kept me frozen there in a despair composed equally of impotent rage and a strange reluctance to shatter some exquisite but invisible structure, neither the shape nor purpose of which was apparent to me? In a words, what the hell was going on?

I thought of sex and sin; of my body and all the men in the world who would never sleep with it.

I looked at those patient huddlers on the [Embassy] benches who had hardly moved, and a horrible irony hit me: they wanted so badly to get into the States; I wanted so badly to stay out.

Some of you may be struggling with discovering your vocation and feeling a little frustrated that your intuition is not helping you more. Alas, intuition can also stand in your way because it makes you aware of too many inner voices speaking for too many different possibilities.

I got a computer. I wrote an apology note to my VCR for ever thinking it was difficult. You find someone in this country who can print out an envelope. Maybe the fifth envelope, but you have to kill four to get to the fifth one.

It is impossible to explain anything to those who are both angry and terrified.

He rubs his forehead, frustrated, then raises his eyes, one dark brown, one gray-blue—the

Once, she closed the book abruptly and said with annoyance, "That's enough." "Why?" "Because I've had it, it's always the same story: inside something small there's something even smaller that wants to leap out, and outside something large there's always someting larger that wants to keep it a prisoner.

I realized she wanted many things at the same time, and that kept her in a permanent state of dissatisfaction.

The reasonableness of others and my own desire for tranquility got on my nerves. The breath built up in my throat, ready to vibrate with words of rage. I felt the need to quarrel, and in fact I quarreled first with our male friends, then with their wives or girlfriends, and finally I went on to clash with anyone, male or female, who tried to help me accept what was happening to my life.

Che complicato schiumoso miscuglio è una coppia. Sebbene la relazione si sfrangi e poi cessi, essa continua ad agire per vie segrete, non muore, non vuole morire.

But I've always had a low voice, I can't yell, the words fall a short distance away like a handful of pebbles thrown by a child.

The relationship between money and the possession of things had disappointed her.

Tem a ver, sempre e apenas, com nós duas: ela que quer que eu dê aquilo que a sua natureza e as circunstâncias a impediram de dar, e eu que não consigo dar aquilo que ela pretende; ela que se irrita com a minha insuficiência, e por represália me quer reduzir a nada, como fez consigo mesma, e eu que passei meses e meses e meses a escrever, para lhe dar uma forma que não perca os contornos, e lhe bater, e a acalmar, e assim por minha vez me acalmar.

W]hile men were always getting furious, they calmed down in the end; women, who appeared to be silent, acquiescent, when they were angry flew into a rage that had no end.

Sarratore's son is really unbearable.

C'entriamo sempre e soltanto noi due: lei che vuole che io dia ciò che la sua natura e le circostanze le hanno impedito di dare, io che non riesco a dare ciò che lei pretende; lei che si arrabbia per la mia insufficienza e per ripicca vuole ridurmi a niente come ha fatto con se stessa, io che ho scritto mesi e mesi e mesi per darle una forma che non si smargini, e batterla, e calmarla, e così a mia volta calmarmi.

I nostri non erano così, mancava il tempo, mancavano i soldi, mancava la voglia