Quotes About Frustration

The hand trembled like any human's, with spent passion and frustration.

If she'd had a head, she'd be shaking it.

If I were to draw on a paper what gym does for me, I would make one dot and then I would erase it.

"Fun"—it always seemed to leave you at a loss.

But something that should have been going on had not gone on: something had not happened.

For God's sake, is there no plain man?

Something kept them together, frustration possibly. Like they were two parts of a troubling equation that neither could find the answer to. It was out there somewhere, in infinity, she often thought. Maybe they'd never find it.

it was easier to be angry than to examine why

I did everything I could." Tears scalded Alienor's eyes. "But it was not enough.

Why in God's name did the idiot have to drop dead when all was going so well? I could almost think he has done it to spite me.

I think I'm dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.

you're disappointed that he doesn't get it, though you're not surprised. He's never really gotten you. He loves you and takes care of you, and you thought that would be enough.

but it was too late. Richard spit

Her pain came from inside herself, from her resentment of the contrariness and frustration of life, while his came most often from outside himself, growing inevitably from his compassion. It was a simplification of the difference between them to say that to the selfish comfort comes from the external things, while to the selfless consolation comes interiorly, but that was the way Daphne put it to herself.

The measure of her bitterness was the measure of her failure.

You stay loyal to what increasingly disappoints you. It happens all the time.

There were times Flora wanted to slap her mother, hard. She went to make toast for everyone, not least to soak up the brandy. The plainclothes police officer who'd been assigned to them was leaning against the breakfast bar, fiddling with her mobile phone. "Would you like me to do that?" she asked, when Flora came in.

I turn up the music, but it never seems to be loud enough.

Ich musste gerade an Miss Milliment denken, die oft von einem Spruch aus ihrer Kindheit erzählt hat. 'Sei gut, liebes Mädchen, Klugheit lass die andren lernen.' Das hat sie immer richtig wütend gemacht. Sie hat gesagt, schon mit zehn wollte ihr nicht einleuchten, warum Gutsein ein Ersatz für Klugheit sein sollte. Aber es könnte ein Ersatz fürs Glücklichsein sein, oder?

It is extraordinarily difficult not to hate someone when one feels powerless with them.

All librarians, deep down, loathe their buildings. Something is always wrong—the counter is too high, the shelves too narrow, the delivery entrance too far from the offices. The hallway echoes. The light from windows bleaches books. In short, libraries are constructed by architects, not librarians.

Right, I can't watch this shit." Kacey grunted as he got up. "It's one thing getting a hard-on over you, baby girl. The fact that Tyler happens to be in the picture…I'm freaking slightly.

I indicated to Karl slumped on the stool next to Clare at the bar. The fucking jerk didn't deserve a free lap dance, but it was the only way to get him away from Clare without ripping out his jugular.

An accident?' Sian gave a caustic laugh. 'Great! Knowing I was merely one of life's kerbstones over which you happened to trip makes me feel a whole bunch better.