Quotes About Frustration

Es ist schade«, sagte ich rauchend, »daß du ein Geist bist.«

We want certainty, but the only certainty is the lack thereof. That's why the most stressed-out people are control freaks. They fail at the quest they most pursue. The more they try to control the world, the more they realize they cannot.

I want to throw up what I am asked to contain and to digest.

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win its service to my side are useless as wounded pride, and much more painful.

My obsession with pineapples nearly drove me mad. I dreamt of the days when I would be grown and able to buy a whole carton for myself alone. Although

Dolores flitted around the car, screaming like a banshee, her face bedizened with fury.

trembled. I wanted to throw a handful of black pepper in their faces, to throw lye on them, to scream that they were dirty, scummy peckerwoods, but I knew I was as clearly imprisoned behind the scene as the actors outside were confined to their roles.

For me sleep was difficult that night. My bed was lumpy with anger and my pillow a rock of intemperate umbrage.

I wanted to be a woman, but that seemed to me to be a world to which I was to be eternally refused entrance.

Whoa, wait a minute, Coletrane. Are you proposing to me?" "Well I would if you'd let me finish," he grumbled.

Here we are, a man and a woman, both wanting the same things, and yet, you aren't attracted to me.

Right or not, you're pissing me the fuck off.

You know what? Fuck you man. Cant believe you'd come in here like this, especially after all we had to say in the office today.

If you think my hard-on has nothing to do with you, then you're deluded." Her mouth gaped open as he pushed past her and stalked from the room. "Ooo-kay," she murmured. Not what she'd expected him to say at all.

I really can't stomach you when you get all philosophical.

Julie, goddamn it!

He felt strangled by helplessness.

Whatever. Boris, must you constantly breathe on me?

But. . . you said we were going to play Parcheezi. . .

I'll put a bullet through my own brain. Let alone wait for stark to do it. Your sister will drive me to it, Howard. No offense.

I look around for a conveniently loaded pistol.Sadly, there doesn't seem to be one available, so I have no choice but to answer the question. - Queen of Babble Gets Hitched

My shoulders sagged. Really, is it too much to ask that I be able to come home from a long day of work and relax? Oh, no. I have to come home and read a bunch of letters written to the love of my life by his fiancée, who, if I am correct, had him killed a hundred and fifty years ago. Then, as if that is not bad enough, he wants me to explain the Vietnam War.

It just goes to show that what one person considers a bad attitude might actually just be total frustration over being pushed beyond the brink of one's mental and physical endurance.

I know. I seriously need to just give up men entirely. I wonder if Episcopalians can enter convents?