Quotes About Frustration

Christian : You two gonna stand there fucking each other with your eyes all night, or can we get on with it ?

Kids. Pain in the ass. Don't know why I ever made them. Hell on relationships.

When do these three days expire?" "That's what pisses me off. I don't know. He was annoyingly vague." "The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

I'll never get laid trying to keep you safe. You're a train wreck on steroids.

I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working.

And I can't get to her. My girl is half naked and dying and I can't get to her! I push forward. I ice solid. I crack it and pull back. Fuck!

Sighing dismally, she acknowledged that some things just weren't humanly possible - not even Martha Stewart could fold fitted sheets.

I pinch the sentence's butt with my other hand and tug it from my skin like a leech, smack it back on the page and clamp the book shut. Part of it's hanging out, and it waves jerkily at me with what appears to be blatant hostility. I stick the book back on the upside-down shelf over my head, pissed off sentence first, counting on the gluey base to hold it in. All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.

A woman who's lived in a cage all her life. And hates it. Bored in there, aren't you. Waiting for life to happen. And when it finally does, it steals from you what you loved most. So take back. Explode. Lash out. Blow up

What the feck?" Dani snapped when I answered. "You sleep like the fecking dead up there! I been calling you for five fecking minutes!

He made a lousy passenger, barking instructions I ignored

Sonofamotherfuckinggoddamnbitch! JaysustiittyfuckingChrist!" That was Lor. Man of few words.

Christ. Women. I don't get you. I protect you, you get pissy. I don't protect you, you get pissy. I open doors, I'm patronizing. I don't open doors, I'm a caveman, wich by the way, I am. What the bipolar fuck? Beginning to think you babes don't have any clue what you want, or change your mind constantly just to dick with us.

He breaks off and looks at Ryodan. "I think we better show her. Telling her doesn't seem to be working. I thought you said she was smart." "I took Barrons's word for it." "Apparently he was misinformed," Dancer says.

A fecking flamethrower! Why didn't I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.

Fuck, I think. Just that. A multitude of various fucks all in one great big clusterfuck. As in: I am fucked if I want this Ã¢â'¬Â¦ this Ã¢â'¬Â¦ newborn imbecile. And she is so fucked if I take her. And fuck if I'm going to walk away.

Please tell me we don't grow up and turn into the adults that drive us crazy.

All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.

One minute you think you've got the world by the balls, the next minute you don't know where the fuck the world's balls are." "Sure I do," I say irritably. "Right next to the world's big fat hairy asshole, upon which I seem to be stuck in superglue lately, waiting for it to have its next case of explosive diarrhea.

I feel like I'm stuck in an IFCF." I raised a brow. "Interdimensional Fairy Cluster Fuck," she said sourly.

I want purple trews, lass," Drustan called over the door. "No," she said irritably. "And a purple shirt.

She glanced rapidly between them, blinking and hoping her double vision would go away. They were glaring at each other. Would they fight? If she saw her own double she probably be tempted to punch it once or twice. Especially today. For being so stupid.

I'll give you until nine P.M. tomorrow to get the bloody hell out of this country and out of my way. The nerve. I'd had to bite my tongue on the juvenile impulse to snap, Or what?—you're not the boss of me, second only to an even more juvenile impulse to call my mom and wail, Nobody likes me here and I don't even know why!

I'll give you until nine P.M. tomorrow to get the bloody hell out of this country and out of my way. The nerve. I'd had to bite my tongue on the juvenile impulse to snap, Or what? -you're not the boss of me, second only to an even more juvenile impulse to call my mom and wail, Nobody likes me here and I don't even know why!