Quotes About Frustration

We spend our lives waiting for our book and it never comes.

It seemed to him there was never much time with women. Before you could look at one twice, you were into an argument, and they were telling you what was going to happen.

I should learn patience, it's a shame there's no time for that.

Listen, last time I talked to you three, you were all two oars short of having any oars, so I don't want to hear it.

Every minute we waste in frustration over a task that seems overwhelming is a minute subtracted from the time we've allotted to enjoy life.

I hate it when people slag us off. We had done three tours during 1970 and we finished off feeling we had just about had enough. We had done so much in that short space of time, we were drained.

For some reason, every time I get a little bit under the weather, I've got zero patience.

For years in football I was angry with the game, angry with pundits and, a lot of the time, angry with the journalists writing about me. All that changed when I got my break in movies.

I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

She felt annoyed that he of all people was to be the witness to her failure.

She felt very close to despair. It seemed that everything was going wrong around her.

If only he had been any other man in the world.

Oh, she cried, exasperated, ''I'll not stand for this, Marius! Then you shall just have to lie down for it, my love, he said soothingly.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his aching head in his hands for a few moments. Deuce take it, I wish I were dead.

He had spent almost two years hearing a baby cry in his nightmares while he found it impossible to reach her.

I really could have thrown something at him, Rebecca, and I would too, but the only thing to hand was that Wedgwood vase that Maude sets such store by. And I really did not think he was worth a Wedgwood vase and Maude's tears.

She felt horribly out of control of the conversation.

It was a development that she had desired for a long time. But now surely was the wrong time for it to happen.

You would end up unhappy and bound for life to your unhappiness.

She knew only that the evening before had been like some kind of nightmare in which everything that could have gone wrong had done so.

If Piers was much longer, she would throttle him. If he failed altogether to put in an appearance, she would borrow a dueling pistol and shoot him.

I ain't movin' to Arizona! Dammit, there is nothin' there but gravel and scorpions.

There are a thousand ways for a boy of fifteen to go wrong. The most gently reared will lash out, battered by gusts of mindless fury. The brightest can be swamped by black despair. The sweetest may turn sullen and withdrawn. The most rational are quick to anger.