Quotes About Frustration

Peter said, his voice as dry as burnt toast. "Can we leave?"  Of course they couldn't leave. Not before she'd crossed the room, planted herself in front

Artists today are in the same situation as a chimpsnzee placed in front of a Steinway Grand Piano.

If I'm kept here much longer, I think I'll have to have another tantrum. They're certainly more satisfying than I ever suspected. I can see why a person would get in the habit of it.

Despite fiery disagreements about who or what God is and how to make contact, all these religions agree that patience is the essence of spirituality and thus grants great strength. Judaism says, "A patient man is better than a warrior." In Buddhism, bodhisattvas train in this practice to become enlightened. Christianity and Islam deem it a sacred virtue. Patience endows you with faith in yourself and your destiny, an illuminated capacity to deal with frustration and disappointments.

I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I hope the next time you get a double-decker strawberry ice-cream cone the ice cream part falls off the cone and lands in Australia.

Packing a suitcase is the pits. Packing for a month at camp is even worse.

Burgerparticipatie was een ander woord voor de bemoeienis van mensen die geen idee hadden waar het over ging en veel gedoe veroorzaakten, om er uiteindelijk over te zeuren dat alles zo lang duurde.

Bürgerbeteiligung war ein Name für die Einmischung von Leuten, die keine Ahnung hatten, jede Menge Ärger verursachten und am Ende darüber meckerten, dass sich alles in die Länge zog.

I wake up in the Landing. "Wyn Salvadorm you son of a rasshøl!" I yell into the mall.

Rage cools fast without an accessible target.

No. Haven't you been listening?" Marcus would always remember that moment. It was to be the first time he would ever be faced with that most vexing of female quirks: the question that had nothing but wrong answers.

And then there was Kate Sheffield. The bane of his existence. And the object of his desires. All at once.

It has oft been said that physicians make the worst patients, but it is the opinion of This Author that any man makes a terrible patient. One might say it takes patience to be a patient, and heaven knows, the males of our species lack an abundance of patience.

Caroline stamped her foot in frustration, but when it landed, it landed on something considerably less flat than the floor. "Owww!" he yelled. Oh! His foot!Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry , she mouthed.I didn't mean it. "If you think I can understand that," he growled, "you're crazier than I'd originally thought.

And if that weren't bad enough, the next sound he heard was a loud click. The damned woman had locked him out. She'd taken all the food and locked him out. "You'll pay for this!" he yelled at the door. "Do be quiet," came the muffled reply. "I'm eating.

I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.

Maybe this, then, was the definition of love. When you wanted someone, needed her, adored her still, even when you were utterly furious and quite ready to tie her to the bed just to keep her from going out and making more trouble. This

I just -- I know my own heart and I love you, Turner. And if you have even the tiniest shred of decency, you'll say something because I've said everything I possibly can, and I can't bear the silence, and -- oh for heaven's sake! Will you at least blink?" He couldn't even manage that.

He smacked the heel of his hand against his forhead, as if that could knock the mental picture out of his head. Hell, he though irritably, he didn't want to knock the image just out of his head. He wanted to send it clear across the room and out the window.

There," she said triumphantly. "Like that." He began to wonder if they were speaking the same language. "Like what?" "That! What you just said." He crossed his arms. It seemed the only acceptable reply. If she couldn't speak in complete sentences, he saw no reason why he had to speak at all.

Bloody hell," Phillip finally burst out. "If you're going to break my legs, would you just go ahead and do it now?

Bridgerton," he grunted. Damn damn damn. Colin Bridgerton was the last person he wanted to see right now. Even the ghost of Napoleon, come down to slice a rapier through his gullet, would have been preferable.

She didn"t like to be thwarted, and she certainly did not enjoy admitting that she might not be able to arrange her world—and the people inhabiting it—to her satisfaction.