Quotes About Frustration

No, she wasn't going to go to Martin's, curse him, but she wasn't going to run back to her room either, if just to spite Mr. Nobley. The man deserved to be spited. Or spitted. Or both.

Why was it that when she was aching for a man, everyone was married, but when she was giving them up, so many men were so awkwardly single?

I've said that all along. Sick. In. The. Head.

As I accept the flowers, I release my grip on the balloons, and they bounce gently against the ceiling the way they did before—hovering, annoyed, frustrated, contained by the ceiling and disappointed by the limits of life.

Sean had to get out of the house or he was totally going to lose it. He wasn't sure if that meant punching a hole in the wall or tossing Emma over his shoulder and carrying her off to bed caveman-style, but either was a bad idea. Time to go for a ride and get some space, but first he stuck another sticky note to the mirror and uncapped the Sharpie. You can hold my hand or pat my head or scratch my belly but don't rub the back of my neck again unless you want to get naked.

It's not working," Mary said quietly, and Cat had to reluctantly admit she was right. Sean and Emma couldn't have had more distance between them if they were in different counties. Cat and Mary were smooshed together in front of the kitchen sink, watching the party through the window. Sean on one end of the yard, Emma on the other. "Why are they being so stubborn?" Mary snorted. "He's a Kowalski. I'm not sure what Emma's excuse is.

And, mastery is an asymptote: It's impossible to fully realize, which makes it simultaneously frustrating and alluring

I tried. Can't do it. Brain's empty.

You're not flaming Bob the Builder, Poppy. There are some things is you can't fix.

It's like I live in a cage with no door and no key. And I have no way to tell someone how to get me out.

I guess I figured out I was different a little at a time. Since I never had trouble thinking or remembering, it actually sort of surprised me that I couldn't do stuff. And it made me angry.

Put yourself in Melody's chair. Write a paper that tells what it would be like to be Melody for one day. Write about your feelings and frustrations.

Ho capito di essere diversa un pò alla volta, credo. Pensavo o ricordavo le cose senza problemi, ma ero stupita di non poter fare le cose. E questo mi mandava in bestia.

You work real hard, and what do you have to show for it?

I've seen dozens of doctors in my life, who all try to analyze me and figure me out. None of them can fix me, so I usually ignore them and act like the retarded person they think I am.

seeking how to accept him as he was, under the law that he could not speak—and when I shrieked against the law he shrinked down into its absolute, he rose from its departure gate.

You know, sometimes I feel well and vital in the world, and sometimes I just feel so distressed I want to pull my hair out by the roots.

Im sorry it's just a little case of PMS that's all...Im just one big emotional wreck...Could you guys go get me some Midol and a Snicker

A line of dark-eyed women dribbled out the door, continued past the sundries shop next door, and folded around the corner. They waited politely despite every impulse to rush the police station, leap over the desks, and tear at the files. After each unsuccessful query, they whispered down the line that the man in question could not be found, but each woman still believed her husband would be the exception.

Sometimes, life just sucked. "Bite me," she muttered. "Okay, where?" Deke asked, then went on. "Never mind. I've got some enticing ideas of my own.

Life is not a harvest. Just because you have an apple doesn't mean you have an orchard. You have an apple.

I am here and I am safe and I am sick of it.

Oh! I must take my shoes off. Huh! Hell hath no fury like a woman's corns, has it?

heterosexual male who works in this building. Much to the chagrin of the members