Quotes About Frustration

Benedict suddenly had to get away. It was either that or kill the twittering ninnyhammer, and with so many witnesses, he didn't think he could get away with it.

Why why why was he being such an ass?

Of course. The team on your carriage was beautiful. They are yours, aren't they?" He ignored her and walked ahead until his foot connected with soft mushy ground. "Shit," he muttered. "Exactly." He glared at her, thinking himself a saint for not going for her throat.

Idiots. The world was populated with idiots. She'd long since learned the truth of that, along with the depressing fact that there was very little she could do about it.

Oh, go ahead and giggle," Lady Danbury sighed. "I've found that the only way to avoid parental frustration is to view him as a source of amusement.

Michael had to clutch the end of the table to keep from rising. He could have had Shakespeare at his side to translate, and still not have been able to explain why Colin"s remark infuriated him so.

For the first time in recent memory, he'd handled his daughter *exactly* right. Something about Eloise's presence had calmed him, lent him a clarity of thought he usually lacked when it came to his children. He was able to see the humor in the situation, where he usually saw nothing but his own frustration.

point it out," she muttered.

Please just say what you mean. It is exhausting trying to determine what everyone is saying to me when it has nothing to do with the words that are actually coming out of their mouths.

Caroline struck the end of her shovel in the dirt and leaned on it as she spoke to Blake. "Once you hear my explanation I'm sure you will understand --" "I understand nothing!" "Yes." She sighed, "men usually don't.

You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires.

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

She was the bane of his existence. And the object of his desires. All at once.

He scowled, which didn't surprise her. When people were convinced they had problems, the last thing they wanted to hear was a simple, straightforward solution.

muttering, "Well, at least he's dead, the vexing thing. It's probably

I am trapped in a bad novel," Iris announced, to no one in particular.

thought he might like to strangle her. "Normally I should not be so bold," the woman went on, "but your

Indians are first class people suffering from third class governance.

Somehow we have to be able to indicate to our audience that we know how frustrating it is when the answers they are hearing are necessarily the answers that the person speaking them believes.

There is nothing like the indignity of not fitting into a roller coaster.

Retiring from writing is to avoid the inevitable bitterness which a writing career is bound to deliver as its end product in almost every case.

If I was doing something that I really, really enjoyed I want to be perfect at it and not make mistakes and do everything right. And when inevitably I made mistakes, because that's what humans do, I would get very angry, very disappointed, very discouraged.

One of the most frustrating things is to see a country in which you had elections, the elections were a success, but then you have to say to people nothing can be improved in the next few months, even in the next few years, in infrastructure, in water, in sanitation, in health, in education, in jobs.

I almost never make stuff out of cookbooks because they're either too complicated or there's an ingredient in there that I can't find.