Quotes About Frustration

I'd like to say I took the news well. The truth was, I wanted to strangle the Hunters of Artemis one eternal maiden at a time. --Percy Jackson

It was so much easier to be angry. Being angry made him feel strong, even though-- and this contradiction did nothing to diminish his anger-- he was angry only because his position was so weak.

I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

I would like to say that I helped out our men in uniform, but the truth is I probably just grumbled at the noise.

Also, I'm angry. I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why does it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?

Well, that's what I still think, but I am in a rut at work--I hate my job, ' I said, allowing my emotions to find words.

I can't help it if you drive me crazy."

I tried.Can't do it.Brain's empty.

And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.

Then it all crashes down And you break your crown And you point your finger But there's no one around

it kind of seemed like we were in a constant state of suicide the whole time. It wasn't like, 'Gee, we're going to become successful and make a lot of money.

People have misconstrued the pessimism and anger in our songs," Mould protested. "We're really the opposite of all that; we're not callous, insensitive people. But we're frustrated by the fact that most people seem to end up that way—hopeless, defeated. We're afraid of ending up that way ourselves, and that fear comes out in our songs.

That was Black Flag: when you lose your shit

the urge to rock apparently outstripped the ability to do so.

Don't duh me! Puck snapped. Trying to figure out what you're thinking from one day to the next takes more brains than I have. Well, maybe you should stop. I'd hate to burn out that little peanut in your head.

He nodded then cocked his head and gave me a sharp, policeman like look, as though realizing that he had been on the wrong page with me all along. I fell under the heading of Dealing with Assholes.

His bit of pencil turned up in the seat pocket of his short trousers, but as the search for the pad continued without issue a crease appeared in the boy's domed brow. He patted himself up and down until filaments of honey floss formed between his fingertips and pockets, coating him in a gossamer down. The old man watched helpless as the boy, with mounting agitation, spun threads of loss from his palms and fingertips.

I saw that I could write ten thousand more pages of shimmering prose and still be nothing but a blind minotaur stumbling along broken ground, an unsuccessful, overweight ex-wonder boy with a pot habit and a dead dog in the trunk of my car.

The daily work you put into rearing your children is a kind of intimacy, tedious and invisible as mothering itself. There is another kind of intimacy in the conversations you may have with your children as they grow older, in which you confess to failings, reveal anxieties, share your bouts of creative struggle, regret, frustration. There is intimacy in your quarrels, your negotiations and running jokes.

all I want to do is get home and never see any of you authors ever again

It was like that with Rosa now. He spent all of his time squelching his thoughts, tamping down his feelings. There was an ache in the hinge of his jaw.

You mendacious sons of bitches," the mahout said

Tommy had never been successful at explaining himself to adults because of their calamitous heedlessness

Civil unrest occurs when the feelings of overwhelming powerlessness hit critical mass.