Quotes About Frustration

It was frustrating because I didn't do anything, ... I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, and he decided to punish me. I couldn't do anything about it.

My boredom threshold is low at the best of times but I have spent more time being slowly and excruciatingly bored by children than any other section of the human race.

Anyone who's ever filed a tax return or visited the Department of Motor Vehicles understands that government does two things well: spend our money and waste our time.

Bureaucracy is more people doing less things, and taking more time to do them worse.

When I wasn't working, I put the blame directly where it belonged - I blamed my agent. When I didn't have an agent, I spent time looking for a new agent so I would have somebody to blame.

It kills me to be time's eunuch and never to beget.

It's hard to get along with people. As much as you try to like them and accept them as individuals, it becomes difficult because they keep getting out of line and wasting your time.

There was a time when I could vote for economic justice, and I can't anymore.

I can't play any horns. Every time I tried to take saxophone lessons as a kid ... I can't whistle. I don't know if that has anything to do with.

Yes, I am a quantum mechanic! Those darn quantum computers break all the time.

Last time I looked at a [pay]check, I said to myself, 'Who the hell is FICA? And when I meet him, I'm going to punch him in the face. Oh my God, FICA is killing me.'

The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you're wasting your time.

I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.

I profoundly feel that people are letting you down all the time.

We have reached the time when it is morally right to "shoot the bastards", but it is not yet practical to do so.

I have a hard time waiting for things to happen.

I started writing when I was a journalist. But every time I sat down to write a novel or a story, I ended up writing about myself, which was incredibly annoying and self-involved.

I know that big, important things don't just come together overnight, but I've been me for a long time now and it's still not working.

I was having a hard time at school, in terms of being crap at everything, with no discernible talent.

Peace had failed her and Ashley had failed her, both in the same day, and it was as if the last crevice in the shell had been sealed, the final layer hardened. She had

He doesn't want your mind, the fool, and I don't want your body. I can buy women cheap. But I do want your mind and your heart, and I'll never have them, any more than you'll ever have Ashley's mind. And that's why I'm sorry for you.

But, really, are there any guys out there who aren't jerks? I don't even know any grown-up men who aren't jerks.

But things are so bad, I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't do something.

Ian had Always found his little sister a bit annoying, but lately he'd actually felt sorry for her, watching her try so hard to please their mother, who'd become completely impossible to please. What changed? Ian wondered. What happened? Is it really just that we're… losing?