Quotes About Frustration

Sport is the big giveaway. Wherever sport plays a big part in people's lives you can be sure they're bored witless and just waiting to break up the furniture.

Horns sounded from the trapped vehicles on the motorway, a despairing chorus.

Police violence, I noted, was directly proportional to police boredom, and not to any resistance offered by protestors.

Thwarted passion and mortified vanity are great babblers.

Girls brought up as you were, in a very strait-laced and puritan fashion, always pant for liberty and happiness, and the happiness they have never comes up to what they imagined.

I'm Bam Margera. And I feel like kicking my dad's butt all day today.

Even when I try to stir myself up, I just get irritated because I can't make anything come out. And in the middle of the night I lie here thinking about all this. If I don't get back on track somehow, I'm dead, that's the sense I get. There isn't a single strong emotion inside me.

Me, when I'm utterly exhausted by it all, when my skin breaks out, on those lonely evenings when I call my friends again and again and nobody's home, then I despise my own life - my birth, my upbringing, everything.

You know, Chihiro, darling- all it takes is one little wrong step and you end up feeling frustrated your whole life, like me.

There's nothing as senseless as being harried at a simple do-what's-needed part-time job.

Even when I try to stir myself up, I just get irritated because I can't make anything come out. And in the middle of the night I lie here thinking about all this. If I don't get back on track somehow, I'm dead, that's the sense I get. There isn't a single strong emotion inside me.

Every time I look into his eyes I just want to take the ice cream or whatever I've got in my hand and rub it into his face. That's how much I like him.

A lot of people think that scuttling around stencilling images onto buildings in the middle of the night is the action of a sad, frustrated individual who can't get attention or recognition any other way. They might be right, but I've done gallery shows and, if you've been hitting on people with all sorts of images in all sorts of places, they're a real step backwards, painting the streets means becoming an actual part of the city. It's not a spectator sport.

It's a very frustrated feeling you get when the only people with good photos of you work are the police department.

Sometimes I feel so sick at the state of the world I can't even finish my second apple pie.

I could sit in a pub and tell you all the things that are written in this book, but you wouldn't fucking listen.

That's one of the many things I hate about life, that it's a hideously clichéd business.

On every front there are clear answers out there that can make this country stronger, but we're going to break through the fear and the frustration people are feeling. Our job is to make sure that even as we make progress, that we are also giving people a sense of hope and vision for the future.

Among the few consolations of what has been called writer's block is the assurance that, so long as one has it, one is, indeed, a writer. Of course, the longer it goes the more it resembles, and risks being mistaken for, proctologist's block, real estate agent's block, and other obstructions ordinaire. — THOMAS LYNCH

I think women are brought into the world to be unhappy," Madame Madeleine said. "If you are pretty you walk the dangerous path with pitfalls on either side of it, and if you are plain there are no pitfalls but you weep bitter tears of frustration!

Her face worked in an odd way, like knitting coming undone.

But the rest of what I was doing is Ã¢â'¬Â¦ is like spinning. I sit in a room of thirty people I don't know, and I pedal faster and faster to keep pace, but when I'm done, I haven't moved an inch.

I felt inadequate. In your dad's eyes, I was always that. This particular day, he made a snide remark when he was leaving for work, and I snapped—not at him, but inside me.

returned to the typewriter, angrily erasing and correcting each mistake she'd made, desperately wishing she could as easily wipe out her mental image of the man in her carriage house.