Quotes About Frustration

Quienes no escriben no saben lo bonito que es escribir. Antes siempre me lamentaba por no saber dibujar...

I have always been the dunce, the never-do-well of the family, I've always have to pay double for my deeds, first with the scolding and then again because of the way my feelings are hurt.

I have an intense need to be alone. Father has noticed I'm not my usual self, but I can't tell him what's bothering me. All I want to do is scream 'let me be, leave me alone!

I'm seething with rage, yet I can't show it.

All day long I hear nothing but what an exasperating child I am, and although I laugh it off and pretend not to mind, I wish I could ask God to give me another personality, one that doesn't antagonize everyone.

Dussel promised her the moon, but, as usual, we haven't seen so much as a beam.

People who flush easily become even more agitated when they feel themselves getting hot under the collar, and they quickly lose to their opponents.

It won't take long before I explode with pent-up rage.

I've been astonished, time and again, at such rudeness and most of all … at such stupidity (Mrs. van Daan).

I'm not a baby or a spoiled darling any more, to be laughed at, whatever she does. I have my own views, plans, and ideas, though I can't put them into words yet. Oh, so many things bubble up inside me as I lie in bed, having to put up with people I'm fed up with, who always misinterpret my intentions.

I'm seething with rage, yet I can't show it. I'd like to scream, stamp my foot, give Mother a good shaking, cry and I don't know what else because of the nasty words, mocking looks and accusations that she hurls at me day after day, piercing me like arrows from a tightly strung bow, which are nearly impossible to pull from my body. I'd

I'm frequently in need of consolation, I often feel weak, and more often than not, I fail to meet expectations. I know this, and every day I resolve to do better.

this tedious existence is starting to make us all disagreeable.

Kitty, if only you knew how I sometimes boil under so many gibes and jeers. And I don't know how long I shall be able to stifle my rage. I shall just blow up one day. Still

because jj when everybody starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside g out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if . . . if only there were no other people in the world. Yours, Anne M. Frank ANNE'S DIARY ENDS HERE.

lamentaba por no saber dibujar, pero ahora estoy más que contenta de que al menos sé escribir. Y si llego a no tener talento para escribir en los periódicos o para escribir libros, pues bien, siempre me queda la opción de escribir para mí misma. Pero

Why do grownups quarrel so easily, so much, and over the most idiotic things? Up till now I thought that only children squabbled and that wore off as you grew up.

This morning I was wondering whether you ever felt like a cow, having to chew my stale news over and over again until you're so fed up with the monotonous fare that you yawn and secretly wish Anne would dig up something new.

Don't condemn me, but think of me as a person who sometimes reaches the bursting point!

Then I fall asleep with a stupid feeling of wishing to be different from what I am or from what I want to be;

Dussel promised her the moon, but, as usual, we haven't seen so much as a beam.

I have in my mind's eye an image of what a perfect mother and wife should be; and in her whom I must call "Mother" I find no trace of that image.

but I long to have a really good time for once and to laugh so hard it hurts. We're stuck in this house like lepers

All these preparations require explanations to various people who we feel ought to be kept in the dark. Miep went to ask if Dr. Dussel couldn't manage to come on Saturday after all, but he said no, and now he's scheduled to arrive on Monday. I think it's odd that he doesn't jump at our proposal. If they pick him up on the street, it won't help either his records or his patients, so why the delay? If you ask me, it's stupid of Father to humor him.