Quotes About Frustration

The real world—where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.

There are things in this world you can't do a damn thing about." "Like what?" "Like a rotten tooth, for example. One day it just starts aching. No one can ease the pain, no matter how hard they try to comfort you. It makes you furious with yourself. Next thing you know you're furious with them because they aren't pissed off with themselves. See how it escalates?

It's the same as a hereditary disease, weakness. No matter how much you understand it, there's nothing you can do to cure yourself. It's not going to go away with a clap of the hand. It just keeps getting worse and worse

I've got people I want to understand and be understood by. But aside from those few, well, I feel it's kind of hopeless.

I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough.

All efforts of reason and analysis are, in a word, like trying to slice through a watermelon with sewing needles. They may leave marks on the outer rind, but the fruity pulp will remain perpetually out of reach.

And my inability to share this anger with anybody in the lobby aroused in me a profound sense of isolation. - Toru Okada

No matter how much I scream at them to make my toast as crispy as possible, I have never once gotten it the way I want it. I can't imagine why. What with Japanese industriousness and high-tech culture and the market principles that the Denny's chain is always pursuing, it shouldn't be that hard to get crispy toast, don't you think? So, why can't they do it? Of what value is a civilization that can't toast a piece of bread as ordered?

The cook hates the waiter, and they both hate the customer," Haida said. "A line from the Arnold Wesker play The Kitchen. People whose freedom is taken away always end up hating somebody. Right? I know I don't want to live like that.

When you are used to the kind of life of never getting anything you want, you stop knowing what it is you want.

Pero como siempre, las cosas nunca salen como uno desea. Es más, el mundo parecía conocer a la perfección qué era lo que él (Tengo) no deseaba

No, hombre! No pido tanto. Lo que quiero es simple egoísmo. Un egoísmo perfecto. Por ejemplo: te digo que quiero un pastel de fresa, y entonces tú lo dejas todo y vas a comprármelo. Vuelves jadeando y me lo ofreces. «Toma, Midori. Tu pastel de fresa», me dices. Y te suelto: «¡Ya se me han quitado las ganas de comérmelo!». Y lo arrojo por la ventana. Eso es lo que yo quiero.

It's like I'm spilt in two and playing tag with myself. One half is chasing the other half around this big, fat post. The other me has the right words, but this me can't catch her.

More than anything else, this disconnect—between the way planning works and the way decision making happens—explains the frustration, if not outright antipathy, most executives feel toward strategic planning.

To work in an organization whose value system is unacceptable or incompatible with one's own condemns a person both to frustration and to nonperformance.

I was trying my best to straighten out my life, but I always ended up in the middle of some festive waste of time.

They had this angry look about them, as if they had been falling off swings all day.

There is nothing as frustrating as being consumed with rage over someone and knowing that you aren't even on their mind. You want your enemy to be engaged in a struggle until the death with you. Otherwise you are fighting yourself. I mean we are all essentially only in wars against ourselves, but we don't like it to be so painfully obvious.

Ich las das langweilige Buch, schlief darüber ein, im Schlafe träumte ich, weiter zu lesen, erwachte vor Langeweile, und das dreimal.

Work — once merely an annoying nuisance — has become an agonizing torture.

Why does turning on a TV these days require three remotes with ninety buttons? Why?

Should Never,Ever have got involved with Men again. Had completely forgotten the nightmare of 'Why hasn't he called

Sé cuál es su secreto: ha descubierto el poder. Así que todo lo que tengo que hacer yo es encontrar a alguien o algo sobre lo que tener poder y entonces... oh. Dios. Ni siquiera tengo poder sobre mi propio pelo.

Die Dating-Welt ist ein verdammter Stellungskrieg, wo nur geblufft wird und niemand wirklich weiterkommt. Angeblich läuft alles nach bestimmten Spielregeln ab, aber so genau kennt die keiner - und deshalb spielt jeder nach den eigenen Regeln. Und weil du die Regeln des anderen nicht kennst, fällst du immer wieder auf die Schnauze. Woher sollst du sie auch wissen? Es sagt dir ja keiner was.