Quotes About Frustration

I haven't any right to criticize books, and I don't do it except when I hate them. I often want to criticize Jane Austen, but her books madden me so that I can't conceal my frenzy from the reader; and therefore I have to stop every time I begin. Every time I read Pride and Prejudice I want to dig her up and beat her over the skull with her own shin-bone.

Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example.

It was not a pretty sight, all these pale, gangly, pimpled youths, in a frenzy of hunger and sexual frustration, shredding bread.

When outside forces corrupt the desire to do a job well and take pleasure in the doing. It's an awful thing to watch. It's awful when it happens to you.

Era mais um agente funerário do que um médico; acho que nunca consegui salvar um único paciente. Estavam em estado terminal quando eu chegava; quando muito consegui prolongar-lhes a agonia.

Oh God, another Sandra Bullock film, another Willis. If I see Helen Hunt squinting at me from a hazy airline screen one more time, I'm opening the emergency door. Being sucked into thin air has got to be preferable to that.

If I had died it would have been even better for you political bratchnies, would it not, pretending and treacherous droogs as you are.' But all that came out was er er er.

Then there was like quiet and we were full of like hate, so smashed what was left to be smashed.

Audiences did not exactly clamour for their money back, but they wondered why Kubrick left out the dénouement. People wrote to me about this—indeed much of my later life has been expended on Xeroxing statements of intention and the frustration of intention—while both Kubrick and my New York publisher coolly bask in the rewards of their misdemeanour. Life is, of course, terrible.

They did not understand him. Poor Dorothy had been long in the situation they seemed only to have arrived at, but she tried to tear the head off her doll and cried what sounded like Gog . — There, you hear, her mother said. Clever girl, she crooned at her. Say God. Say sky. — Koy . — She has said her prayers, Kit said in weariness.

Leave him alone, you grahzny bratchny, and then he began the old whine about how nobody loved him.

when Arnold Schoenberg replied to a student who had dreamed of composing a "soaring melody," that the proper word, surely, was "snoring." Such puns could be funny, cruel, and tone-deaf (in seven nations and twelve tones), comments of exasperation as often as they were attempts at endearment.

Stranded, stranded, stranded on the toilet bowl/What do you do when you're stranded and there ain't nothing on the roll?/To prove you're a man, you must wipe with your hand/Stranded, stranded, stranded on the toilet bowl.

Widmerpool still represented to my mind a kind of embodiment of thankless labour and unsatisfied ambition.

Often it's frustration, anger, or stress that triggers a breakthrough. We hit our threshold: a point where we say, "Never again and no more.

When such men as Laurence Fitzgibbon were called upon to act as governors, was it not to be expected that the ignorant but still intelligent Bunces of the population should— "d––––n it all"?

They two men cut the door, and took the box, and opened it, — and when they'd opened it, they didn't get the swag. Where was the swag?

I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every morning at the time of his visit, made me want to hang myself, realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat! --- ANTONIN ARTAUD

I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every morning at the time of his visit, made me want to hang myself, realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat.

fuck this glitchy ass site.

Why are you emigrating?" "Coz I'm sick of celebrations," says the Jew. "Bought toilet paper—celebration; bought kolbasa—more celebrating.

chest—I could hear him denigrating Obama at the top of his lungs, which seemed to make Mary only slightly less uncomfortable than it made me. A few weeks before the trip, she said, when she was in the shower, seething about something he'd done, the words I chose him for you came up on the holy computer screen in her mind. What

If it's a shitshow, you can no longer hold your shit together. Access to shit-holding has been denied.

What heart, what soul, what bollocks could long endure this plight, having no one to shag in the middle of the night?