Quotes About Frustration

This guy's a drag." I spoke under my breath. "He sure is." "Know what I suggest?" "Yep. And the answer's no. I'm not going to kill him." "Oh, you're no fun.

Don't worry. I know we have our differences, but there's a lot of mutual respect there. If he hesitates, I'll sweet-talk him. He won't let us down." "That total and utter idiot," Lockwood growled. "That mustachioed imbecile. That benighted, blinkered jobsworth. He's a clown! A fraud! An oaf! I hate him." "How's the mutual respect thing going?" George said.

She raised her hands to wipe her face - and discovered she could not do so. Bonds bit her wrists. Chains jangled. Her arms were painfully constrained. Clearly another great day was about to begin.

Ubi saeva indignatio ulterius cor lacerare nequit [Where savage indignation can lacerate his heart no more].

I must complain the cards are ill shuffled till I have a good hand.

I want to explain everything to him, show him that it's really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

There is nothing sadder than sitting in a car and having absolutely nowhere to go.

There's no way to know what's pissing him off right now. In my family, we don't so much air our grievances as wallow in them. Anger and resentment are cumulative.

Even betting against myself, I could always find a way to lose.

It took him four months for him to die, three more than the oncologists had predicted. "Your dad's a fighter," they would say when we visited, which was a crock, because he'd already been soundly beaten. If he was at all aware, he had to be pissed at how long it was taking him to do something as simple as die. Dad doesn't believe in God, but he was a life-long member of the Church of Shit or Get Off the Can.

Don't you think if I was able to make some changes, I would have already?

In my family, we don't so much air our grievances as wallow in them. Anger and resentment are cumulative.

Everything I touch turns to shit, he thinks, not with self-pity, but with an almost scientific fascination at the truth of it.

The cop looks annoyed, like we're giving him a headache. I want to explain everything to him that its really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

I don't hate women - they just sometimes make me mad.

I always wished for this, but it's almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.

She grabbed his shirt and tore it open, buttons popping off and flying everywhere. She insinuated a knee between his thighs, meaning to apply some provocative friction to his private parts while she undid his pants. But he misread her intention. 'Oh, no, you don't

There are moments when you feel that the desire to work is fading, and the only way to bring it back is to get away from it, to put yourself in a state of frustration so you feel the need again.

I've learned that football sometimes was an outlet. It was a way for me to release anger, release frustration.

Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps.

Some mornings it just doesn't seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps.

Sex -- the great inequality, the great miscalculator, the great Irritator.

Sono troppo stanco di compromessi. O forse, sono troppo stanco e basta.

Non sono mica tanto diversi, il jazz e il punk, si diceva alle volte. Pensaci, c'è la stessa emarginazione, dentro, la stessa rabbia. E c'è l'eroina dietro a tutti e due.