Quotes About Frustration

I love the art form, but working in film can be a disheartening experience.

Because you know that's not how you want it to end. You know I'd love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn't the way it ought to happen.

He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed

Sometimes it just seems that love is not enough, does it?

I love the finished product, but I find working in the studio a chore - I use an old-fashioned setup, so the recording process can be frustrating.

I have a Sharpie. I love Sharpies. You know what they say on them? Not for letter writing. That sucks. Now I have to communicate with my dad using numbers.

I'm a frustrated driver. I would love to be out on the track instead of them. I look at them with envy.

Frustration is our announcement to ourselves that we need to move back into love in order to find our "center" once again.

In no other game but love can you make all the right moves and still lose.

Going to work every day was like my hair was on fire and all I had to put it out was a hammer.

In the sympathetic words of the New York Times: "All admit to being deeply frustrated at times by the lack of privacy, the physical burden, the routine of family life, the confinement of it. However, none would give up her home and family if she had the choice to make again.

Trying to gather up my thoughts was as futile as trying to pick up spilled mercury. I had two big main depressing thoughts and each time I touched them they broke into many little morbid pieces.

He was going to rip Plott apart, piece by piece.

Mother, what am I going to do?' Beezus demanded. 'It's checked out on my card and I'm responsible. They won't let me take any more books out of the library, and I won't have anything to read, and it will all be Ramona's fault. She's always spoiling my fun and it isn't fair!' Beezus didn't know what she would do without her library card. She couldn't get along without library books. She just couldn't, that was all.

Nothing infuriated Ramona more than having a grown-up say, as if she could not hear, that she was worn out.

Nobody had to tell Ramona about disappointment.

She wanted a grown-up to be wrong for a change. She was tired of the rightness of grown-ups.

I did not mind cleaning up my room, dusting, making the salad, but I resented her manner of asking me.

My reading, secluded in my room with the door shut, annoyed Mother. She constantly talked to me through the door and accused me of being snooty. I was not snooty. I was confused and unhappy, and wanted time to think without Mother telling me what to think.

Nobody understood. She wanted to behave herself. Except when banging her heels on the bedroom wall, she had always wanted to behave herself. Why couldn't people understand how she felt?

Ramona wished she could run, run, run out of that classroom as she had the day before and never come back.

Mother, what am I going to do? Beezus demanded. It's checked out on my card and I'm responsible. they won't let me take any more books out of the library, and I won't have anything to read, and it will all be Ramona's fault. She's always spoiling my fun and it isn't fair! Beezus didn't know what she would do without her library card. She couldn't get along without library books. She just couldn't, that was all.

That's right," grumped Mr. Schultz, half-pretending.

sort of wail that leads to fighting with fangs and claws.