Quotes About Frustration

If you spend twenty years trying to get something and you still don't have it, is it admirable to keep trying? Or did you pass admirable several miles back and it's getting close to straitjacket time? If you are no closer to having something you've been chasing for twenty years, your data is broken. Either you can't get it, period; you already have it; you don't really need or want it; or it's not real.

It's not such a huge deal when this happens at a 7-Eleven. It's pretty huge, though, when you spend the entire job interview trying not to come across like a box of hair and you come across like a box of hair.

would like to chop you up into small, manageable pieces and grill you on a hibachi, then feed you to my shar-pei. But all that comes out is Welcome to moviefone!

Pissed-off people need back rubs and they also need gym memberships.

When I lose my temper, honey, you can't find it any place.

Frustrated at never being able to figure out which silver Prius was mine, I put a second Obama sticker on the bumper, because having only one made it indistinguishable from the rest. I suppose, if I really wanted to make it easier to find, I'd slap a National Rifle Association sticker on it.

Do not let the hero in your soul parish, in lonely frustration, for the life you deserved but never have been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

It's a curse, you know, to be able to look higher than you're allowed to reach.

There was nothing she could say to them--nothing would be heard or answered. What were the weapons, she thought, in a realm where reason was not a weapon any longer? It was a realm she could not enter.

It was only in the first few years that she felt herself screaming silently, at times, for a glimpse of human ability, a single glimpse of clean, hard, radiant competence. She had fits of tortured longing for a friend or enemy with a mind better than her own.

They had contracted a kind of autoimmune disorder, deploying against themselves the very furies they so feared.

sei un mascalzone? E lo sei meno, così? Sorridere quando preferiresti urlare, mostrare gioia e calma quando ti morderesti le dita, lo chiami essere meno mascalzone? E se qui è impossibile non esserlo? Che fai, allora? Te la prendi con Snaut, che è colpevole di tutto, vero? Tutto sommato sei un idiota, mio caro.

Nie lubi? ciem, zw?aszcza gdy siadaj? mi na twarzy, chcia?em j? trzepn??, ale w zasi?gu r?ki by? tylko gruby, twardo oprawiony tom hotelowej Biblii, a Bibli? niezr?cznie jako?.

no hay cosa que deseéis más que averiguar lo que no podéis averiguar! Pero qué le vamos a hacer.

They were rocketing along a country lane where there was no cell phone service, propelled by the grouchy Mogul's constant, ill-tempered exhortations. "Faster!" yelled the Mogul, who was used to yelling at people he felt entitled to yell at. "I don't want to be late to this fucking thing!

Labella snapped shut her cell phone with a sigh, and looked down at her fingernails, delightfully painted a useless shade of purple.

L'uomo primitivo non conosceva il bar. Quando la mattina si alzava, nella sua caverna, egli avvertiva subito un forte desiderio di caffè. Ma il caffè non era ancora stato inventato e l'uomo primitivo aggrottava la fronte, assumendo la caratteristica espressione scimmiesca.

We built a world of words and yet none satisfy now.

I had no one to hold. What if this was my life, attending weddings, sitting in pews, listening to I do's, perpetually wishing for someone to share my life with? Where the fuck was the alcohol?

JUDAS: Clams, man, I haven't been laid in three years, bro. Can ya believe that—guy like me? SATAN: Three years? JUDAS: I wasted my prime, man. And then I wasted my prime after my prime. SATAN: Well, I think you'll prolly get fucked tonight, bro. JUDAS: Ya think so? SATAN: Yeah. I'm pretty sure.

Places to which I am instinctively attracted are places where I imagine suffering to be absent. "There," I think, "if only I could get there, then I would suffer no more." The groundless ground of contingency, however, holds out no such hope. For this is the ground where you are born and die, get sick and grow old, are disappointed and frustrated. To

It's like when you're excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you're happy, too.

I sat down and tried to write a story. Ian MacArthur is a wonderful sweet fellow who wears glasses and peers out of them with delight. That was the first sentence. The problem was that I just couldn't think of the next one. After cleaning my room three times, I decided to leave Ian alone for a while because I was starting to get mad at him.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.