Quotes About Frustration

dark boy yelled.

I hate you I hate you I hate you!

I'm stuck!" Dad yelled. "My big fat tubby body is stuck!

One of these days we need to get Weber locked in a room with some nice torture devices. I'm ready to go medieval on her.

She'd snapped, he thought. She'd definitely snapped.

Is it your goal in life to piss me off until I cut your arteries open one by one?

You're tearing me apart!

Nothing can comeof this nothing can comeOf us: of me with my grim techniquesOr you who have sealed your wombWith a ring of convulsive rubber:Although we come together,Nothing will come of us.

Anger is a good motivator.

In order to fix it, you need a passionate anger about something that doesn't work well.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

The most potent stimulus of aggression and violence, and the one that is most reliable in eliciting this response, is not frustration per-se (as the "frustration-aggression" hypothesis had claimed), but rather, insult and humiliation. In other words, the most effective way, and often the only way, to provoke someone to become violent is to insult him.

All Welsh knew was that he was scared shitless, and at the same time was afflicted with a choking gorge of anger that any social coercion existed in the world which could force him to be here.

Sadly, my income does not match my tastes.

I felt defeated and dismayed. I trusted nobody, and I felt impotent-not only in the sexual sense.

We're just two punks, Frank. God kissed us on the brow that night. He gave us all that two people can ever have and we just weren't the kind that could have it. [I]t's a big airplane engine, that takes you through the sky, right up to the top of the mountain. But when you put it in a Ford, it just shakes it to pieces. That's what we are, Frank, a couple of Fords.

Be loving in conflict or be loving in frustration or let love command your every interaction because "love never fails.

he would run, the Missouri Senator told Roosevelt's men, "but why the hell didn't he tell me in the first place?

This novel business is an awful business. Why the hell did I ever get mixed up in it?

He'd shot and beaten people because he couldn't talk to them.Violence was the only language nobody could understand. There were no translators.

You...are...a...fridge...with wings,' Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. 'We're...freaking...ballet...dancers.

Because what's worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?

You...are...a...fridge...with wings,' Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. 'We're...freaking...ballet...dancers.

But all I had to show for the week was a blank sheet of paper. Maybe I could tell Ms. Gleason I had come up with a new kind of poem--the invisible kind.