Quotes About Frustration

Trump's obsessive and unfiltered venting had brought him to the edge once again.

Kelly said of the president, "He's an idiot. It's pointless to try to convince him of anything. He's gone off the rails. We're in crazytown.

Mattis was particularly exasperated and alarmed, telling close associates that the president acted like—and had the understanding of—"a fifth or sixth grader.

What a mess. Dowd shrugged his shoulders at the waste of time, but he saw the full nightmare. It was quite a sight seeing the president of the United States fuming like some aggrieved Shakespearean king.

Once at Haldeman's 7:45 a.m. senior staff meeting, Moynihan grew so frustrated at the wandering discussion that he raised his clenched fist, brought it down hard on the table, and shouted, "Fuck!" There was immediate silence. Butterfield watched everyone turn to Rose Woods, the only woman at the meeting, in horror and embarrassment.

He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax...

The trains either don't run at all or come so full that it is impossible to get on them.

You crushed sofa! You crumpled bedsheet! Khrapugina screamed

Nobody knew me at Buckton. Clem had chosen the town because of that; and besides, even if I had wimp out, there was not enough gas to help me going further north. - I spit on your graves

Avevo la coscienza in disordine. Ho fatto cilecca in un bel po' di cose.

yours, Rob," she replied. "Damn it, Gretchen," he said. "This is how it works. I can't always give you all the information." "Well you could have given us more." The statement hung in the air between them for several moments. Finally, Hutton relented, "I don't have all of the pieces

It doesn't matter. In their minds we are an extension of Europe. Everything the West is, whether it's Europe or America, is connected. Seven minutes or seven centuries ago, it's all the same to them. They paint us with the same brush. It's frustrating as hell, but these people just don't think the way we do. - Jack Rutledge

It contained a spell for turning Members of Parliament into useful members of society and now, just when Uncle Auberon thought he had a use for it, he could not find it

I hope you will write occasionally? Some token of your impressions?" "Oh! I shall not spare you. It is the right of a traveller to vent their frustration at every minor inconvenience by writing of it to their friends. Expect long descriptions of everything.

Todo viajero tiene derecho a desahogar su frustración por la menor contrariedad escribiendo a sus amigos.

In my agitation I leapt up and walked rapidly up and down the Hall. Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I muttered to Myself. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! After a minute or two of walking uselessly to and fro, I spoke to Myself sternly, telling Myself that it was no good bewailing the Past; what was needed now was to plan for the Future.

How the fuck else am I going to get any attention in this place? Lisa always called the hospital 'this place.

I always got irritated when he told me he wasn't a doctor. Technically, he was a doctor. Being a doctor is like being a Jew; you can't get away from it.

di interi giorni, non serbo che il ricordo di un'irritata frenesia. Avevo perso ogni senso, ogni rispetto; credevo la mia vita una tragedia mal recitata e perciò avevo urgenza di dimenticare.

Before she could face forward again, he caught her gaze with those impossibly light-green eyes of his. "Too late. I'm already charmed, adae. Whether ye dunnae wish me to tell ye so or not." And she was charmed, as well. If only he'd been the oldest MacTaggert. If only her mother wasn't mad for a title in the family. If only, if only, if only.

What did I do now?' It was getting to the point where she didn't know any longer, but she was certain it couldn't be proper. 'Don't waste sugar,' she improvised. 'I'm not wasting it; I'm drinking it,' May countered.

I know one thing about men, Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. They never die when you want them to.

She was a writer, yes, or had been once, and sometimes she could still be beautifully articulate. Other times, she simply could not find the right thing, or anything at all, to say.

I thought we'd turned a corner. Maybe we did, but we hit a brick wall anyway.