Quotes About Frustration

with the flat smile of the deeply inconvenienced.

I've got two backs, me - and I'm glad! Tits can be . . . mwa, I know, but they're always in the bloody road. Even in bed.

Senza mai guardare dove sta andando, la gente si muove attraverso qualcosa di predisposto, armata di bugie. Non vede l'ora di raggiungere luoghi dai quali è appena tornata, o si rammarica di aver fatto cose che non ha ancora fatto. Signori delle bugie e della spazzatura - di ogni sorta di merda e di spazzatura. [...] Lo prendiamo ancora in culo ogni mattina come tutti gli altri - ma in questi giorni la cosa finisce in un baleno.

At the age of twenty, his artistic dreams frustrated, Hitler was a tramp: park benches, soup queues. Given just a little more talent, perhaps, he would have killed himself, not in the bunker, but in a cosy little studio in Klagenfurt.

I came of age in the Sixties, when there were chances, when it was all there waiting. Now they seep out of school – to what? To nothing, to fuck-all. The young (you can see it in their faces), the stegosaurus-rugged no-hopers, the parrot-crested blankies – they've come up with an appropriate response to this, which is: nothing. Which is nothing, which is fuck-all. The dole-queue starts at the exit to the playground.

Here's another joke: "She calls me up and says, 'Get over here. There's nobody home.' So I get over there, and guess what. There's nobody home.

They are quite incapable of coming up with anything even remotely as terrible as what I do all day—and they've stopped trying. Now I just dream

The passivity of the present Govt is beyond belief.

Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will.

A riot is the language of the unheard

When you cut facilities, slash jobs, abuse power, discriminate, drive people into deeper poverty and shoot people dead whilst refusing to provide answers or justice, the people will rise up and express their anger and frustration if you refuse to hear their cries. A riot is the language of the unheard.

The limitation of riots, moral questions aside, is that they cannot win, and their participants know it.

Riot is the language of the unheard.

L'émeute est le langage de celui qui n'est pas entendu.

Sometimes even the imagination lets one down.

Apa gunanya memiliki kemampuan, Dokter, kalau tak ada tempat untuk melampiaskannya?

I couldn't help but let out a great sigh when I heard this; and I call it a great sigh because it contained many smaller sighs within it - one sigh of disappointment, one of frustration, one of sadness. . . and I don't know what else

Sencillamente no me gusta tener delante de mí lo que no puedo alcanzar.

Pop, I'm nothing! I'm nothing, Pop. Can't you understand that? There's no spite in it any more. I'm just what I am, that's all.

I'm one-dollar an hour, Willy! I tried seven states and couldn't raise it. A buck an hour! Do you gather my meaning? I'm not bringing home any prizes anymore and you're going to stop waiting for me to bring them home!

I am sick of meetings; cannot the man turn his head without he have a meeting?

Elizabeth, with sarcasm and a sense of being lost: Oh indeed! Indeed!

You want somethin' else, Eddie, and you can never have her!

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.