Quotes About Frustration

What frustrated me was the thought that with three thousand years of history someone in China, some monk in a monastery halfway up a mountain, must have developed a magic kata, a physical expression of formae. Or at least have got close enough to explain all those legendary swordsmen and their inexplicable desire to roost on the tops of bamboo trees.

gave us the traditional look of weary outrage that you always get from someone who thinks they don't have time for this shit—

Vanessa made a strange inarticulate sound common to Germans who've figured out how to start a sentence but don't know how it ends.

I'm sorry, I couldn't find "a good song" in your music. —Siri

I heard a woman scream with rage and frustration and then grunt like a tennis player.

I hate it when people listen to what I say in an inappropriate fashion.

You haven't lived until you've been screamed at by an Elvis impersonator until AAA shows up.

A poet in his senses knocks vainly at the gates of poetry.

I sounded angry, felt nothing.

He may simply have quit in a fit of pique.

I would like to outsmart the role that is destined for me. But I can't. I have failed to destroy my category.

Ninety-five percent of the people I deal with are shitbags who think the world is their personal litter box. I can't do them any good, and they don't want me to.

And at other times when Kellyanne held out Pobby and Dingan were real I would just sit there saying, "Are not. Are not. Are not," until she got bored of saying, "Are. Are. Are," and went running out screaming with her hands over her ears. And many times I've wanted to kill Pobby and Dingan, I don't mind saying it.

I poured out my worry and frustration to Don and Tim in a long email.

At the same time, we all knew the frustrations of struggling with extraordinarily complex problems under unrelenting public and political scrutiny.

The deepest frustration we shared, it soon became clear, was not with the baggage but with government dysfunction itself.

I told her that I was frustrated by market participants' inability to grasp the plain English meaning of my statement.

that I couldn't blame the protesters for being dissatisfied.

but I didn't have the patience for its complexities.

You have to know where you belong, or you'll be angry and frustrated.

I can't stand what people do to each other. I think we're brilliant as a species. I think we are amazing. I think that God is incredible, that He just gave us everything. Everything in our face. Everything for us to use. And sometimes we're such shitheads. And it makes me crazy.

It's always the same thing: People are always out there doing really good work, both young bands who never get heard for one reason or another, and older bands that aren't getting played because maybe they're not current. And it's always wrong. It's wrong on all levels, so I don't know what you do about it. It is what it is.

Everybody feels he has a right to a life of luxury -- or at least comfort -- so there's a lot of frustration and resentment when the dream craps out.

Y usted sigue tan fresco, esperando su remedio de la justicia, que es lo mismo que esperarlo de la luna.