Quotes About Frustration

I am sure this occasionally bothered Francis, even though he obviously knew that most High Table life is dominated by pedantic, middle aged men incapable of either amusing or educating him in anything worthwhile.

You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world!

You're the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever was.

Thats called hypocrisy, you shuck face piece of -!

I'd love to see that rat nose smashed!

Paul screamed out words as he struggled to stand. "Good...gracious...mercy...mama...you people...are FAT !

This sucks." "Smartest thing you've said yet, Greenie.

Thomas thought Chuck's personality had gone from mildly irritating to intolerable.

I should rip your eyes out," Newt said, spraying Thomas with spit. "Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why'd you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?

Like a book completely intact but missing one word every dozen, making it a miserable and confusing read.

You're welcome. I was just trying to help.' Thomas felt like kicking him in the face.

Thomas rolled his eyes. "I never said jack about me being braver than anybody. I'm just sick of hearing people's voices. Yours included." Minho snickered. "Slinthead, when you try to be mean, it's just freaking hilarious.

Thomas was sick of being accused of knowing things.

No, Newt, I don't understand," Minho said, the frustration in his voice escalating. "We risked our necks to come to this place and you're our friend and we're taking you home. You wanna whine and cry while you go crazy, that's fine. But you're gonna do it with us, not with these shuck Cranks.

I'm a bloody Crank!

I hate you, Tommy!

Bueno, es medio estúpido mandarme a un lugar donde nada tiene sentido y no contestar mis preguntas.

Newt looked at the Cranks, then back at Thomas. 'It comes and goes, man. I can't explain it. Sometimes I can't control myself, barely know what I'm doing. But usually it's just like an itch in my brain, throwing everything off-kilter just enough to nother me-make me angry.

He tore it out and sat down to write a message. Pen was almost to paper when he stalled, as if he'd had the perfect thing to say but it floated out of his mind like vanished smoke. Sighing, he itched with irritation.

You don't understand, shuck-face! You don't know anything, and you're just making it worse by trying to have hope! We're dead, you hear me? Dead!

sometimes knowing sucked.

you slinthead shuck-faced piece of klunk.

Listen, I'm not... Oh man, this is crazy. I can't do this.

You shanks are driving me nuts. Can't get out of the Maze, and this idea of hanging with the Grievers at their bachelor pad sounds as stupid as anything I've ever heard in my life. Might as well slit our wrists.