Quotes About Frustration

I feel that I am not saying what I want to say, I haven't found the proper outlet for my thoughts.

elle vient dans mon cabinet m'entretenir de ses chagrins domestiques. Je ne peux la mettre à la porte, mais j'en ai fort envie. Je me suis réservé dans la vie un très petit cercle, mais une fois qu'on entre dedans je deviens furieux, rouge.   J'avais

Exaspération. Constamment à son comble.

Je m'ennuie – Je voudrais être crevé, être ivre, ou être Dieu pour faire des farces. Et merde.

Yine de ruhumda ne çok ÅŸey var, ne içsel güçler ve ne öfke ve aÅŸk okyanuslar?, bu kadar zay?f, bu kadar aptal, bu kadar b?kk?n, bu kadar bitkin ÅŸu kalpte birbirine çarp?p, paramparça oluyor!

Elle aurait voulu que ce nom de Bovary, qui était le sien, fût illustre, le voir étalé chez les libraires, répété dans les journaux, connu par toute la France. Mais Charles n'avait point d'ambition

Gustave Flaubert

Il sentait vaguement des pensées lui venir ; il les aurait dites, peut-être, mais il ne les pouvait point formuler avec des mots écrits. Et son impuissance l'enfiévrant, il se leva de nouveau, les mains humides de sueur et le sang battant aux tempes.

Mathilde suffered ceaselessly, feeling herself born to enjoy all delicacies and all luxuries. She was distressed at the poverty of her dwelling, at the bareness of the walls, at the shabby chairs, the ugliness of the curtains. All those things, of which another woman of her rank would never even have been conscious, tortured her and made her angry.

I used to come home at night full of inspiration, and sit up with a bottle of Scotch. As I wrote, the words seemed wonderful, just too wonderful to be coming from me. Next morning I always found they were terrible and I could never use anything I wrote.

Praying is like a rocking chair - it'll give you something to do, but it won't get you anywhere.

Qualsiasi persona normale di tanto in tanto prova la tentazione di sputarsi nelle mani, issare la bandiera nera e cominciare a tagliare le gole.

School days, I believe, are the unhappiest in the whole span of human existence. They are full of dull, unintelligible tasks, new and unpleasant ordinances, brutal violations of common sense and common decency. It doesn't take a reasonably bright boy long to discover that most of what is rammed into him is nonsense, and that no one really cares very much whether he learns it or not.

His money and lands were gone, and he did not care for the ways of people about him, but preferred to dream and write of his dreams. What he wrote was laughed at by those to whom he shewed it, so that after a time he kept his writings to himself

A young mark twain on the make: I can't turn in inkstand into Aladdin's lamp.

Teain had no difficulty generating the indignation of a satirist. He lack the patience of a reformer.

My guess is that she is uncomfortable in such an intransigent world but is unable to live accordingly to her own desire.

Sometimes I felt the whole world was converging on this little room. And as I became more intoxicated and frustrated I'd throw open the bedroom window as the dawn came up, and look across the gardens, lawns, greenhouses, sheds and curtained windows. I wanted my life to begin now, at this instant, just when I was ready for it.

Born for disappointment, she only wanted what I couldn't give.

It's frustration which makes creativity possible.

I've always hated your fucking nagging.' 'It's not nagging, it's for compassion.' 'Right. I won't be coming back here, Eva. You're such a drag now. It's your age. Is it the menopause that's making you like this?

What proved so attractive was that terrorism had become a kind of philosophy through which to express frustration, resentment, and blind hatred, a kind of political expressionism which used bombs to express oneself, which watched delightedly the publicity given to resounding deeds and was absolutely willing to pay the price of life for having succeeded in forcing the recognition of one's existence on the normal strata of society.

We did not care if we died today or only tomorrow, and there were times when we cursed the morning that found us still alive.

Jake was closing in on two hundred and seventy-five pounds. His pants never fit right. They were too small for his stomach, too large for his waist. He was constantly adjusting them, searching for that one elusive point where they'd actually stay in place. The search required a team of top scientists and a really powerful microscope.