Quotes About Frustration

In the beginning the Universe was created. This had made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

Shit!" yelled Arthur as helpfully as he could.

And I write novels! chimed in the other cop. Though I haven't had any of them published yet, so I better warn you, I'm in a meeeean mood!

I've had the sort of day that would make Saint Francis of Assisi kick babies.

Why," said Arthur Dent, "isn't anyone ever pleased to see us?

It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level.

Look, don't you understand? shouted Arthur. He pointed at Prosser. That man wants to knock my house down! Ford glanced at him, puzzled. Well he can do it while you're away, can't he? he asked. But I don't want him to! Ah.

His job was to push them open for us. He explained that this had become necessary because unfortunately the doors didn't open automatically when you approached them, and some of their Japanese visitors would often just stand in front of them for whole minutes getting increasingly bewildered and panic-stricken until someone slid them open by hand.

I did better than that. I called in a neighbour's kid who used to be able to solve Rubik's cube in seventeen seconds. He sat on a step and stared at it for over an hour before pronouncing it irrevocably stuck.

who cursed and swore at him from a moral high ground that cyclists alone seem able to inhabit.

Don't blame you," said Marvin and counted five hundred and ninety-seven billion sheep before falling asleep again a second later.

Ich kriege schon Kopfschmerzen, wenn ich bloß versuche mich auf euer Niveau runterzudenken.

He began to despise the Universe in general, and everybody in it in particular.

You see, if I keep it up I can eventually get promoted to Senior Shouting Officer, and there aren't usually many vacancies for nonshouting and nonpushing-people-about officers, so I think I'd better stick to what I know.

Try and understand his problem,' insisted Ford. 'Here he is, poor lad, his entire life's work is stamping around, throwing people off spaceships . . .' 'And shouting,' added the guard. 'And shouting, sure,' said Ford patting the blubbery arm clamped round his neck in friendly condescension, '. . . and he doesn't even know why he's doing it!

He was so deeply aggravated that he thought he would share the sensation by phoning someone up and aggravating them, as it would be almost certain to do at twenty past one in the morning.

nearly forcing him into the path of a cyclist, who cursed and swore at him from a moral high ground that cyclists alone seem able to inhabit.

To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem

I hate that door, continued Marvin. I'm not getting you down at all, am I?

Oh God, I'm so depressed. Here's another of those self-satisfied doors. Life! Don't talk to me about life.

Marvin, dedi Trillian, yaln?zca bu can s?k?c? varl?kla konuÅŸurken kulland??? yumuÅŸak ve nazik ses tonuyla, madem bu kadar zamand?r biliyordun, bize neden söylemedin? Marvin ba??n? arkaya, ona doÄŸru çevirdi. Sormad?n?z ki? dedi basitçe.

He had no idea what he was in for, but he knew that he hadn't liked anything that had happened so far and didn't think things were likely to change.

Look," said Arthur, "would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?" For

what are you supposed to do if you are a manically depressed robot? No, don't bother to answer that, I'm fifty thousand times more intelligent than you and even I don't know the answer. It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level.