Quotes About Frustration

I ran my fingers through my hair. We'd been together for nearly twenty minutes, and I still didn't know what he was talking about. "Sit here," I told Bigs. "And don't chew on the furniture while I'm gone.

I drew a picture of Bigs Maloney. It came out looking like Frankenstein on a bad hair day. In other words, it looked just like Bigs.

Hope is a door left unlatched in a high wind banging and banging itself to pieces.

She sped into traffic, earning an irritated beep from an angry driver. What was his problem? A full handspan stretched between her car and the Fiat behind her. Plenty of room…

It's 'most enough to make a deacon swear.

Here we raise his children for him, cook for him, bring up his crops, butcher his hogs - even fight his wars for him - and he still won't acknowledge our existence.

I can't explain it. It's what turns you to powder, being ground between what you can't do and what you must do. You just turn to dust.

Sometimes writing a novel feels about as rewarding as turning a spit in the fires of hell.

Just spinning around, lost in their own little world. Doing so much, accomplishing so little. How sad.

I hate that I have to spend half my life doing a job I hate for a boss I can't stand.' 'Haha, yeah, we live in a society.' 'The point isn't that we live in it, but that we built it. And we could just have easily built it differently.

All his life he had wished and waited, and there had been no change, except for the worse.

I hate women because they have brought into the currency of our language such expressions as "all righty" and "yes indeedy" and hundreds of others.

But when she was annoyed with me, she had a cold way of saying "Apparently" in answer to almost anything I said, making me feel stupid. "Um, I can't find the can opener." "Apparently." "There's going to be a lunar eclipse tonight." "Apparently." "Look, sparks are coming out of the wall socket." "Apparently.

the fuck-up from which I would never recover.

DAVE THE SHRINK HAD mentioned more than once that he wished I would develop a hobby—advice I resented, as the hobbies he suggested (racquetball, table tennis, bowling) all seemed incredibly lame. If he thought a game or two of table tennis was going to help me get over my mother, he was completely out to lunch.

Waiting at the wrong place, most like.

affectionate exasperated breath I knew

But it was also a bit like a failed artist working as a security officer at an art gallery, or a failed author working in a bookshop. There's a constant reminder of how close you are to the thing you want, and how far away from it you are.

The months subsequent were an endless dreary battle of paperwork, full of stalemates, fought in trenches.

Scholars who have studied the development of leaders have situated resilience, the ability to sustain ambition in the face of frustration, at the heart of potential leadership growth. More important than what happened to them was how they responded to these reversals, how they managed in various ways to put themselves back together, how these watershed experiences at first impeded, then deepened, and finally and decisively molded their leadership.

Scholars who have studied the development of leaders have situated resilience, the ability to sustain ambition in the face of frustration, at the heart of potential leadership growth.

I have you for being normal, I hate you for it. You're a normal human being. What right have you to that?

For she was suffering that misery peculiar to the young, that they are going to be cheated by circumstances out of the full life every nerve and instinct is clamouring for.

Oh, I simply can't think. When I really want to depress myself, I think of all the brilliant men I know, married to their stupid wives. Enough to break your heart, it really is