Quotes About Frustration

Between bad ideas of gender neutrality and even worse ideas of the innocence of pornography, we reach the world so vividly described by so many dissatisfied women today, one where men act like stereotypical women, and retreat from real relationships into a fantasy life via pornography (rather than Harlequin novels), and where women conversely act like stereotypical men, taking the lead in leaving their marriages and firing angry charges on the way, out of frustration and withheld sex.

Despite their mutual ill humor, they fornicated again, mostly because they could more easily ignore each other while doing so.

Valiantly, he tried to bring his soul to life in the small thing through which it had to live, and it was crushed, again and again.

I jerked huffing in air to holler, but the scream got stuck, just added itself onto the large round scream that all my life had been assembling in my chest.

Why is it that everybody else is traffic?

What the hell was wrong? Here I was, where I'd planned to be, but it felt like…like nothing. Some black and rotting cavity of wrongness still stank somewhere inside me. I could smell it but not name it.

The pay was crap. My boss was an idiot. And the final straw was that she wanted me to demonstrate a colon cleanse. On the air." Billy sniggered. "Talk about a shitty assignment.

That conniving little slut," Pokey said. "I'd like to rip her arms off and beat her to death with 'em.

The door slammed shut behind her, and a moment later she heard what sounded like a tennis shoe being thrown against the wooden door. "I hate you!" Maggy screamed.

It does no good to bark at the television, I said. I've tried it too. So he stopped.

frustration metastasizes to anger. Anger wants an outlet and a victim.

They think of it as lubricating, and that's it!" She went back to her hotel room and called her boyfriend in tears.

Something else that makes me angry is that I got too old to prostitute myself. I wasn't going to anyway but it was there, it was my Z plan.

I felt that blank incapability of invention which is the greatest misery of authorship, when dull Nothing replies to our anxious invocations.

Henry deeply felt the misfortune of being debarred from a liberal education.

I grew very weary and irritable with the curate's perpetual ejaculations;

The boredom and annoyance that shut down over it were humiliatingly plain to see. I could have slapped her for it.

I wondered irritably why married women so often adopted that tone, almost, of superior satisfaction in the things they had to suffer.

For whilst I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires. They were for ever ardent and craving; still I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned.

All my speculations and hopes are as nothing; and, like the archangel who aspired to omnipotence, I am chained in an eternal hell.

The monster continued to utter wild and incoherent self-reproaches

It seemed to me as if nothing would or could ever be known. All that had so long engaged my attention suddenly grew despicable.

Today sucks. I'm goin' back to bed.

This guy. This fucking guy.