Quotes About Frustration

That's it for me. I'm fucked. As per usual. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Although come to think of it I was never even the freaking bridesmaid. Look, show your cock. It's the shortest line between two points. The world ain't giving away nice lives. You got a trust fund? You a genius? Show your cock. It's what you got.

Why was it, she sometimes wondered, that in dreams we can't do the simplest things? Like a crying puppy is standing on some broken glass and you want to pick it up and brush the shards off its pads but you can't because you're balancing a ball on your head. Or you're driving and there's this old guy on crutches and you go, to Mr. Feder, your Driver's Ed teacher, Should I swerve? And he's like, Uh, probably. But then you hear this big clunk and Feder makes a negative mark in his book.

What do my colleagues know of Dad? What do they know of me? What kind of friend gets a kick out of posting in the break room a drawing of you eating an entire computer? What kind of friend jokes that someday you'll be buried in a specially built container after succumbing to heart strain? I'm sorry but I feel that life should offer more than this.

think of how lovely it all could have been had anything gone right, and then I think: Oh heavens, why prolong it, I've no income now.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he be grateful for all that Mom and Dad did for him, instead of— Cornhole the ear-cunt. Flake-fuck the pale vestige with a proddering dick-knee.

Sometimes I sense a deep anger welling up, and have to choke it back.

Then I imagined a whole world of people toiling in the shadow of approaching ruin, exhausting their strength and grace, while above them a whole other world of people puttered around, enjoying the good things of life, staying at the Burj just because they could. And I left my ATM woes out of it and just wrote: Paucity = Rage.

I want to stab you, Dad, says the little boy. With a sharp sword, you're so dumb.

Every minit with no kikking and stomping now seems like not a real minit. Do you get what I mean? It is like some frend who preveusly was nise suden lee says some crool thing and does this nip on your flank. Even when he goes bak to being nise, you will never feel exact lee safe. And meenwile your other frends, who did not get nipped, are troting arownd with hapy smiles, going: Fox 8, why so glum?

He was still staring at her. Because he was pushing her to the limit, or perhaps because she didn't know what else to do, Mrs Mortimer-Levingston threw a fit.

Talking to you is like -- like talking to an eel! No, is it? I've never tried to talk to an eel. Isn't it as waste of time? Not such a waste of time as talking to you!

Is it not unsupportable to be held down to a canter when you long to gallop for miles?

This, said Damerel wrathfully, is the second time you have walked in just as I am about to propose to your sister!

I have seen what comes of being patient, Amanda said with a boding look. And I have no opinion of it. What does come of it? Inquired Sir Gareth. Nothing!

nothing makes one so cross as knowing one is in the wrong, does it?

I have never met the man who had vision large enough to appreciate my genius, he said simply. Perhaps it was not to be expected.

Alas, it is too true. I visited him this morning and found him en deshabille, clasping his brown. He seized on me and demanded a rhyme to some word which I have forgot. So I left him. Can no one convince Philippe that he is not a poet? asked De Bergeret plaintively. De Vangrisse shook his head.

She said despairingly: 'I see that I might as well address myself to a gate-post!' 'What very odd things you seem to talk to!' he remarked. 'Do you find gate-posts less responsive than eels?

Well, damn it, I think that prosy fool Bridlington was right for once in his life! You've gone stark, staring mad! Very true! I've known it for this half hour and more.

The supreme torture was to come. He discovered that it required the united energies of the three men to coax him into his coat. When at last it was on he assured them it would split across the shoulders if her so much as moved a finger. Forget it, little fool! Forget it? cried Philip. How can I forget it when it prevents my moving?

I should like to strangle the abominable creature!' 'Unfortunately, the laws of this lands preclude your pursuing that admirable course.

There was nothing in store at Undershaw for his lordship but a set-down, but it was disappointing to be granted no opportunity to deliver this.

Does it occur to *you*, Miss Lanyon, that although i have twice been on the verge of it, I have not yet offered for you? Being now safe from interruption, will you do me the honour, ma'am -' 'Good! You haven't gone to bed yet,' said Aubrey, suddenly re-entering the room. 'I have had a most excellent notion!' 'This,' said Damerel wrathfully, 'is the second time you have walked in just as I am about to propose to your sister!

Dashed if I didn't receive a letter from him this morning! Yes, and what's more, I had to pay sixpence for it, which I'd as lief not have done. It ain't that I grudge sixpence, but what I mean is, why the deuce should I have to give sixpence for a thing I'd as soon not have?