Quotes About Frustration

What did she expect? It was like trying to visualize a new primary color or a world in which you could recognize several hundred acquaintances individually only by their smells... She could talk about this, but she couldn't experience it.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

I know! WHY! – Am I so catty? – Cause I'm consumed with envy an' eaten up with longing? –

I'd rather somebody picked up a crowbar and battered out my brains - than go back mornings! I go! Every time you come in yelling that Goddamn Rise and Shine! Rise and Shine! I say to myself, How lucky dead people are!

He always entered the house as though he were entering it with the intention of tearing it down from inside

Just like always, men are their own worst enemies.

The Great Wall of China resembles the concept of heartache in that neither can peel a banana.

It is silly to call fat people gravitationally challenged, a self-righteous fetishism of language which is no more than a symptom of political frustration.

Rising to her feet, she shot the Bird Man a furious glare, and then stormed off toward Savidlin's house. She was glad to be away from Richard, to be away from watching those girls pawing him. Her fingernails dug into her palms, but she didn't notice as she marched past the happy people. The dancers danced, the drummers drummed, the children laughed. People she passed wished her well. She wanted one of them to say something mean so she would have an excuse to hit someone.

Richard clenched the strip in his fist. "It's some kind of riddle. I hate riddles.

Darken Rahl shook his fists to the sky. "No!

Trevor wondered if anyone in the outside world could even guess at the horror of working in the Planning Department

I thought you said you were trying to quit swearing! Go to hell, Paulette. I will. As soon as I can have a whole week where no crazy or ridiculous or unbelievable shi*t happens an my mind is calm long enough to remember how to think.

This is not the way I dreamed it. This is not what I had hope for, what I asked for. I want to skip this part. I want to push the fast-forward button until I get back to happy.

Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like a red flag to a bu... was like putting something very annoying in front of someone who was annoyed by it.

They always gives me bath salts, complained Nobby. And bath soap and bubble bath and herbal bath lumps and tons of bath stuff and I can't think why, 'cos it's not as if I hardly ever has a bath. You'd think they'd take the hint, wouldn't you?

No matter what she did with her hair it took about three minutes for it to tangle itself up again, like a garden hosepipe in a shed [Which, no matter how carefully coiled, will always uncoil overnight and tie the lawnmower to the bicycles].

WHERE'S MY COW?! IS THAT MY COW?! HRRRUUUUGGGH!!!! THAT'S NOT MY COW! THAT'S A HIPPOPOTAMOUS!

The Departure Aria, a very important and romantic song - This damn door sticks, This damn door sticks It sticks no matter what I do. It is marked 'pull' and indeed I am pulling Perhaps it should be marked 'push'?

I'm not bloody well going to have it, understand? Vimes shouted, shaking the ape back and forth. Oook, the Librarian pointed out, patiently. What? Oh. Sorry. Vimes lowered the ape, who wisely didn't make an issue out of it because a man angry enough to lift 300 pounds of orangutan without noticing is a man with too much on his mind.

She knew a cutting, incisive, withering and above all a self-evident answer existed. It was just that, to her extreme annoyance, she couldn't quite bring it to mind.

And the people next door oppress me all night long. I tell them, I work all day, a man's got to have some time to learn to play the tuba. That's oppression, that is. If I'm not under the heel of the oppressor, I don't know who is.

It was turning out to be one of those days. The sort you got every day.

Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.