Quotes About Frustration

She was reasonable and rational, even through the tears. I hurt her. I know I hurt her. All I felt was anger. I wanted to yell and break stuff. Be demonstrative. Because she was being... she was so adult. And I just felt like a stupid kid. I didn't want to be in our empty place so I did what I do, I went to the movies. I wanted a big dark room to cry in.

I want to touch her, but I can't, because I'm angry at her and she's angry with me, and even though I love her, I don't like her as much as I should.

You people with your quests annoy the pants off me.

Betsy did not answer. She was a talker, her family always said, but sometimes when she most wanted to talk she couldn't say a word.

I was sunk. I couldn't get any news, and Hawthorne kept chewing me up. So, trying to make up for the stories I was missing, I started spending hours in the document room. The other boys never go in there. It's just a morgue for papers. What kind of papers? Oh, papers filed by citizens having court troubles - complaints, countercomplaints, bills of particulars, suits for damages. You have to dig to find one with a story in it.

It was like the entire world was colluding to make me feel insane, and it was doing a really good job.

It was like she had been punched in the gut. Stevie said stuff like that all the time and was told she was wrong. David said it once and got a nod and a compliment. Oh, the magic of dudes. If only they bottled it.

It's two thousand pages and nothing happens. It's all terrible. I wrote the first book and then I forgot how to write. It used to be that I would sit and write and I would go into some other world—I could see it all. I was totally in another place. But the second it became something I had to do, something in me broke. It's like I used to know the way to some magical land and I lost the map.

Writing is a lot of sitting down... It's a lot of trying things out and screwing up... It's either amazing or it's the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it goes well, and it's all you think about, and then, it's gone. It's like you're taking a ride down a river really fast, and then all of a sudden, there's no water. You're just sitting in a raft, trying to push it along in the mud. And then you've become me.

My grandparents are great people, but they are easily rattled. Like, if the grocery store sells out of some frozen pizza or soup they advertise in the circular, and they've gone to the store just for that, they'll stand there debating their next move for a half an hour.

He was so sick of being with these people all the time. He loved them, sure, but he was finished with it all. The drama. The competition. The never-ending need to impress, to entertain

I wrote the first book, and then I forgot how to write. It used to be that I would sit and write, and I would go into some other world--I could see it all. I was totally in another place. But the second it became something I had to do, something in me broke.

I wrote the first book and then I forgot how to write. It used to be that I would sit and write and I would go into some other world—I could see it all. I was totally in another place. But the second it became something I had to do, something in me broke. It's like I used to know the way to some magical land and I lost the map.

Jesus Christ," Nate said, banging his head delicately against the mirror wall. "Is this even a school, or are we in some kind of experiment?

How did you know what's been killing me? Slowly, for years, driving me to hate people when I don't want to hate.... Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you—except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize. You mean, you want to hear? You want to know what I do and why I do it, you want to know what I think? It's not boring to you? It's important?

He looked at the paper before him. He wondered why ineptitude should exist and have its say.

Get the hell out of my way!

Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach.

Temes al hombre que tiene un dólar menos que tú, porque ese dólar es suyo por derecho y él te hace sentir como un estafador moral. Odias al hombre que tiene un dólar más que tú, porque ese dólar es tuyo por derecho y te hace sentir moralmente estafado. El hombre que está por debajo es la fuente de tu culpa; el hombre que está por arriba es la fuente de tu frustración.

that heavy, indifferent lassitude which is not the will to laziness, but the frustration of the will to a secret violence that no lesser action can satisfy. That

settle down into a job that requires less than your mind's full capacity is to cut your motor and sentence yourself to another kind of motion: decay—that

Why do they get to do whatever they want?" Aws complained. They really were completely spoiled. It was appalling to her that a European teenager should have more power than she, an educated and formerly middle-class woman of Raqqa, in her own hometown. But Dua, the good military wife, always reluctant to criticize the militants, offered a justification: "Maybe because they had to leave their countries to come here, it was felt they should be treated more specially.

Living in the Islamic Republic is like having sex with a man you loathe.

It was one of the only times in my teaching career that I got angry and showed it in class. I was young and inexperienced, and I thought certain standards were respected and understood.