Quotes About Frustration

Messieurs les douaniers, assez de conneries, ouvrez d'une bonne fois le colis, nom de Dieu, merde alors

Messieurs les douaniers, assez de conneries, ouvrez d'une bonne fois le colis, nom de Dieu, merde alors[3].

Estoy harto de palabras, perras sedientas!

Nada de perros aquí! ¡Ya tengo bastante con ustedes!

This is the meaning of poverty: when you have nothing better to do than to hate somebody who, just exactly like yourself, has nothing better to do than to pick on you instead of trying to figure out how come there's nothing better to do.

Who the hell set things up like this?

And I am not pleased I am not very pleased None of this fits into my notion of "things going very well

A fiendish love... an unearthly love... those who feel such a love are numbed to their very souls by this mysterious pleasure while they struggle with endless frustration, censured by the pangs of conscience of their boundless crime

Called her a whore and attacked her walls, tearing down her posters and throwing her books everywhere. I found out because some whitegirl ran up and said, Excuse me, but your stupid roommate is going insane, and I had to bolt upstairs and put him in a headlock.

Entonces cállate la fucking boca.

This is how you treat your mother?" she cried. And if I could of I would have broken the entire length of my life across her face, but instead I screamed back, "And this is how you treat your daughter?

You had an elaborate system that you thought would keep us out of bed: you sat on the other side of the room, you didn't let me crack your knuckles, you never stayed more than fifteen minutes. It never really worked, did it?

He wrote that he couldn't believe he'd had to wait for this so goddamn long. (Ybón was the one who suggested calling the wait something else. Yeah, like what? Maybe, she said, you could call it life.)

I always hated obvious dreams like that. I still do.

Auntie had nothing to say to that. Whatever was on this man's mind, it had nothing to do with her. There were times when you couldn't fix what was broken with words, and this looked like one of those times.

I've never stopped and never ever will. But the words got tangled up somewhere between his mouth and his brain, and the moment slipped away.

Some day they'd invent call discarding. Like call forwarding, only it would hang up preemptively on telemarketers.

And he became more and more miserable, until he felt he would explode like a New Year firecracker, where powder is packed into a paper cylinder, and remains quiet until the fuse is lit and it tears itself apart in the explosion.

I'm frustrated about Cathy. She's torturing herself over this guy, and he's not worth it. I should tell her the truth. I really should." "Doesn't sound like she'd listen," Kristin said. "There are none so deaf as those listening to 'All by Myself' over and over and over again.

Really, according to the shrinks, I am angry at everyone ever. Especially them. I am all anger and resentment all the time. Not one of them has ever suggested that maybe I lie because the world is better the way I tell it.

Give up all hope of peace so long as your mother-in-law is alive.

When she started crying, all he wanted to do was hit her.

If there's one truth in this life, it's that you simply can't win. The most you can achieve is to make a nuisance of yourself, for a very short time.

Why are there never eighty soldiers around when you need them?