Quotes About Frustration

The truth is, it didn't matter what or how hard we yelled. Nothing was coming back to us.

Life is so stupid I can't stand it.

To tell me it's supposed to stop raining, you came up here?" Lusa asked, looking from one sun-toughened face to the other for some clue. It was always like this, anytime she got wedged into a conversation with her brothers-in-law. This sense of having wandered into a country where they spoke English but all the words meant something different.

Now, versus the old days. I said maybe the difference was we could see now what all we were missing. With everybody else in the world being richer than us, doing all kinds of nonsense and getting away with it. It pisses you off. It makes you restless.

tell him I am mopping the floor, spelled with a silent As you can plainly see, dumbass. He says he doesn't think that's going to do the job.

If I eat one more egg omelet I think Ill turn over easy and cluck.

The body is the original asshole, it can put you on detention away from all pleasures, but still makes you write out the list of its needs, one hundred times. I will piss and shit. I will go hungry.

Father had not spoken up yet. My theory was he didn't know who to jump on first, the insulting Underdowns or his cussing wife, so he just stood there brewing like a coffeepot.

Biding my time till I turned sixteen and could drop out of school, with a whole life ahead for applying myself to full-time shit work.

The trouble with learning the backgrounds is that you end up wanting to deck somebody

People want somebody to kick around, I get that. But why is it us? Why couldn't it be, I don't know, a Dakota or something? Why not Florida?

Denied outlets for their creative talents in literature and the fine arts, women poured their hidden frustration and suppressed need for expression into the spheres delegated to them by the dominant male society. Needlework has been, in most cultures, a traditional female occupation. Spinning and weaving, sewing and embroidery…" Rachel

Meg swore and hopped, nursing a bruised toe.

There was no deep-rooted hatred between them, only this irritation that was increasingly difficult to repress in them both.

There was a time when I didn't seem to need such things, when I would have been amused and perhaps even vaguely disgusted at the notion of living like some sort of psychic vampire, a lingering revenant pressed up against one-way glass, looking with forlorn and futile eyes at the ordinary life fate had denied him.

You're just like the politicians, Alex. You want something done but you won't let people do it right. You think you can pick up a turd from the clean end? It doesn't work that way.

Ring! he shrieked at the vapid instrument.

It came to him, the very picture: he was unshucked oyster, hurtling on the winds, all air, gonad and gut. Chances seemed in a loud hurry around him, but he could do nothing--nothing-- about them. Mestre yearned to be driven by some grand circumstance. Everything in his existence was too slack.

It came to him, the very picture: he was an unshucked oyster, hurtling on the winds, all air, gonad and gut. Chances seemed in a loud hurry around him, but he could do nothing--nothing-- about them. Mestre yearned to be driven by some grand circumstance. Everything in his existence was too slack

He rejected me! I am so hurt and mad. Can I destroy him?

He's not my biggest fan right now. He's probably even deleted me from his Facebook page.

But somebody said there was billions bet on this. You'd think they'd be lined up three deep the whole way. And that there'd be TV coverage It's discouraged. Why? Why ask me? Because you know, Garraty said, exasperated. How do you know? Jesus, you remind me of the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland, sometimes, Garraty said. Don't you ever just talk?

It was that kind of story. The kind that's like a sneeze which threatens but never quite arrives.

Oh, what the fuck,' she told the empty house. 'Bring on the night.