Quotes About Frustration

She had thought that 'depression' would be like sitting in a rocking chair and not being able to make it move. She had thought it would descend over her like a fog, turning things fuzzy, coloring them gray. But depression was active, it paced back and forth wringing its hands. She couldn't stop thinking; she couldn't find her way free from apprehension.

Charlie's face twists into a snarl and he starts to rant. "You ungrateful bitch, I've worked my ass to the bone for you and the kids, two college tuitions, the fancy house you had to have in Swellesley, the Escalade you begged for because you thought it would make you look cool in front of Electra.

He knew he was limited, and he hated it.

I want my money back!

I've been smart my whole life, Angus says. And I guess I was angry that I couldn't find a way to heal myself.

I am ashamed of my long letters to you, but I am such a murderer of language that I have to use it all to tell anything.

For as long as wimmin have had the temerity to experience feelings of anger, sadness, frustration, and deep resentment, patriarchal society has denied them these feelings, and, in fact, punished them heartily for feeling anything at all.

Why can't we fall in love--true and deep--without it being some huge threat to the working order of things? In another life Will and I might rip each others' clothes off with our teeth and make a whole new world out of entirely different problems. But this is not that life, and I get that.

What is wrong with you? ARe you the only guy in the universe who doesn't like a blow job?

What was she to think? Oh, teasing, teasing man! It would be so much easier if he could simply tell her what he meant by all his confusing actions. And so she had another shock: Jane Bennet was irritated with Mr. Bingley.

To judge by the many crossings-out and the scribbles that adorned the discarded sheets, several of which had been screwed into balls by a frustrated hand and flung against the opposite wall, the muse this chill March morning was proving recalcitrant.

My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.

But the prison doors are shut close, and I could dash myself against them sometimes with a passionate impatience of the need-less captivity. I feel so intimately and from evidence, how, with air and warmth together in any fair proportion, I should be as well and happy as the rest of the world, that it is intolerable —

Like the minor poet who knows the meanness of his gift, I am doomed to a lifetime of frustration: to be able to comprehend beauty, but not create it.

Trust my insider knowledge when I tell you that the only thing more frustrating than running out of variegated peach embroidery floss halfway to Aldebaran is being the shipmate of somebody who has run out of variegated peach embroidery floss halfway to Aldebaran.

It was almost a clea hate, for a moment, untainted by her own failures.

Bad enough to be here, doing this. Worse to have to stop and think about it.

He was distantly aware that he whined like a child and fussed at the tender hands restraining him, while voices gentle, cajoling, and bitterly frustrated by turns spoke over him.

Doctors are an enormous pain in the ass. Trust me. I know. I am one.

I couldn't hold a thought. I couldn't accomplish a task without being distracted. And I couldn't keep my temper at all.

She was ten months ahead of the curriculum and still bored.

All the words I can find are stupid words, pointless ones.

You know, the more upset you are, the more sarcastic you get.

They were on opposite sides of this issue, and both of them had catastrophically let me down.