Quotes About Frustration

There isn't any point to it. I'm not getting anywhere. No start, middle, or end. The children scream and I scream, and the noise we make goes out and down and round and round and round.

I get enraged at the tyranny of text." "What's that?" "You know. Left to right. Punctuation. Page 1, page 2, page 3.

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.

My anger subsides, I'd like to pee.

This isn't a baguette, it's shit.

That's the trouble with directors. Always biting the hand that lays the golden egg.

Work won't do me any good ... I've tried it, and it bored me worse than the other thing.

Sir, you have but two topics, yourself and me. I am sick of both.

Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.

Right now I'm just a bright guy with a lot to say and nothing to say it about.

The clean, clear ending that society keeps looking for is impossible to find.

Babes, I am so bored here that I don't think, since I've come, I've ever been more than three minutes away from some really astonishing act of violence.

Now I am shut up with his mother on Bramble farm and she is no better for conversation than prune whip

She'd sighed the kind of long-suffering sigh he knew women gave when men were too thick-headed to understand the mysteries women were born understanding.

Some days, she was pain incarnate. She would suffer all day and he would try to cheer her up and fail, and he felt like an irrelevant gnat.

El sentimiento asfixiante de que te pisen al hablar. Un hombre poniendo voz de pito para remedarte.

Out of frustration and hopelessness our young people have reached the point of no return. We no longer endorse patience and turning the other cheek. We assert the right of self-defense by whatever means necessary, and reserve the right of maximum retaliation against our racist oppressors, no matter what the odds against us are.

It's no use Mother dear, I can't finish my weaving You may blame Aphrodite soft as she is she has almost killed me with love for that girl

Virginity, virginity, where have you gone, leaving me abandoned? No longer will I come to you. No longer will I come.

We are dismissed as emotional. It is enough to make you emotional.

Someone says something you consider problematic. At first you try not to say anything. But they keep saying something. So maybe you respond, carefully, perhaps. You say why you think what they have said is problematic. You might be speaking quietly, but you are beginning to feel wound up, recognizing with frustration that you are being wound up by someone who is winding you up. The feminist killjoy appears here: when she speaks, she seems wound up. I appear here. This is my history: wound up.

I'm just like so many women - I was frustrated, I had these white pants that I had spent a lot of money on, and you get home and you think, 'What am I really supposed to wear under this?' So it was a frustrated consumer moment.

I had thousands of books in my house and never found anything I wanted to read. I would stare at the shelves of books like a hungry person staring into an open refrigerator and wait for something to speak to me. But nothing ever spoke.

Sometimes I don't get people. For people like Leon it was always someone else's job to bring the metal detector or the magnifying glass or pony up the fingerprint dust.