Quotes About Frustration

I'd enjoy smacking him in the chops.

We drew lots for the sleeping spaces," he pointed out, striving to keep a reasonable tone. Ulf shrugged petulantly. "Well, if I'd known I was going to be so close to the door, I would have drawn a different one." Hal gave up trying to be reasonable. He glared at Ulf. "Do you realize how abysmally stupid that statement is?" he demanded.

Halt regarded him. He loved Horace like a younger brother. Even like a second son, after Will. He admired his skill with a sword and his courage in battle. But sometimes, just sometimes, he felt an overwhelming desire to ram the young warrior's head against a convenient tree.

WHERE THE BLIND, BLUE, BLITHERING BLAZES HAVE YOU BEEN?" the calm and dignified Princess Cassandra demanded.

then my mother barges into me like an angry bull when I think I'm safe home.

Ik was bang dat ik haar op een gegeven moment met een roeiriem op haar kop zou slaan... En dat was vast niet goed voor mijn carrière. - Alyss, over Evanlyn

WHERE THE BLIND, BLUE, BLITHERING BLAZES HAVE YOU BEEN?

Wat een gezeur op die formulieren, hè? Maar ik moet doen alsof ik het hardop voorlees. Enzovoort, enzovoort. - Crowley

Don't keep parroting at me!' Halt fumed. 'Stop repeating what I say! I asked you "what", so don't ask

As far as he was concerned, the fact that Ragnak was an insufferable pain in the buttocks was a more than valid reason for not

Halt regarded him. He loved Horace like a younger brother. Even like a second son, after Will. He admired his skill with a sword and his courage in battle. But sometimes, just sometimes, he felt an overwhelming desire to ram the young warrior's head against a convenient tree. "You have no sense of drama or symbolism, do you?" he asked. "Huh?" replied Horace, not quite understanding. Halt looked around for a convenient tree. Luckily for Horace, there were none in sight.

We don't know how to insult you any more' (Inter fan banner, directed at their own team)

Inaccessibility Theorem: THE INFORMATION YOU HAVE IS NOT THE INFORMATION YOU WANT. THE INFORMATION YOU WANT IS NOT THE INFORMATION YOU NEED. THE INFORMATION YOU NEED IS NOT THE INFORMATION YOU CAN OBTAIN. Rule

Nobody tells me anything.

life sucks, and I am pretty sure Fate hates me. But there is nothing I can do about any of that.

It was cool for a couple of weeks, but how much bad golf can you play?

Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something. Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book. OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!

Where is my chance to be somebody's Peter Van Houten?' He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried. He leaned his head back, looking up. 'I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.

Of all sad words of tongue and pen the saddest are these, what might have been.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been!

Once again Jacob was one who had gone to great lengths to secure his own well-being, but his efforts proved pointless.

FUCK YOU! FUCK, FUCK, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!" McCain let out the stream of sharp epithets, both middle fingers raised and extended, barking in his wife's face. He was angry; she had interrupted him. Cindy burst into tears, but, really, she should have been used to it by now.