Quotes About Frustration

Even seasoned code writers could not dismiss the possibility of being trapped in something akin to an infinite loop, wherein fixes spawned their own bugs. It had happened to others. The history of software was littered with projects, large and small, that had been abandoned in disgust, destroying careers.

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yelled,kicking

Tous ces mots étranges, qu'elle déchiffrait syllabe par syllabe en les prononçant du bout des lèvres avec effort, la laissaient désemparée, hésitante.

I think I'm drawn to more villain-type characters, because it's so cool to get to say all the things you want to say. In Hollywood, you get to this position where you have to bite your tongue so much. You take all your experiences of not being able to say what you really want to say, and channel that through your character.

If this were a novel, I'd stop reading right now. I'd throw it across the room.

I love that world more, I think, because it is perfectible. Because I have perfected it. The actual world is the random garbage fire it always is. There's not a goddamn thing I can do about the actual world's code.

Fuck you. I like you. I'm used to you. You are the one, you asshole. I can't meet someone new.

A.J. watches Maya in her pink party dress, and he feels a vaguely familiar, slightly intolerable bubbling inside of him. He wants to laugh out loud or punch a wall. He feels drunk or at least carbonated. Insane. At first, he thinks this is happiness, but then he determines it's love. Fucking love, he thinks. What a bother.

I feel I am not suited for this life," Emily confessed. "I have devoted months to growing a single carrot and I have no time to read.

I feel like I've fucked everything up. I'm a fucking genius so I don't know why I fuck everything up all the time, but I do. I want to stop but I don't know how.

That's the gamer in you, trying to figure out how you might have beat the level. My brain is treacherous like that, too. But there was nothing you could have done, Ant. The game wasn't winnable.

Sadie loathed games where the box art was spectacular but when you went to play the actual game, it looked nothing like the concept art.

You had things you wanted to know. But she is so hung up on the morality of it that she's useless.

Sam texted her. He was starting to resent the elliptical nature of texting Sadie, the way she could ignore half of what he said and, often, the important half.

But in the end, it had been a long day, and it was easier to stare at her phone for the next twelve minutes than confront a driver, IRL. When she reached her destination, she rated him one star.

THAT NIGHT IN BED, A.J. is still talking about the e-reader. "Do you know the real problem with that contraption?

cops have been calling about a stolen copy of Tamerlane. She takes the book from her bag and hands it to me. I throw it back at her. 'What am I going to do with this?' Marian Wallace just shakes her head. The book lands on the floor, and the little

I had never been good with words. On the path from my heart to my brain to my mouth, phrases became twisted and hopelessly convoluted. The intent—what I meant to say—never quite made it out.

I don't even know if we have a broom closet, Mrs. Levin," said Tasha. "Tasha, honestly! In this world, to be overly literal is a profound weakness. It doesn't have to be a broom closet. Just put her somewhere out of the way until I get there. It could be a basement. It could be the roof. It could be a neglected cubicle. The location of your motherfucking choosing!" Embeth hung up the phone. This girl was hopeless.

Sorry, Maya, but it wasn't exactly a pleasure cruise for me either. The quicker you stop shitting yourself, the quicker we don't have to do this.

She's worse than a puppy. And a man like me shouldn't even have a puppy. She's not potty-trained, and I have no idea how to do that kind of thing or any of the related matters either. Plus, I've never really liked babies. I like Maya, but . . . Conversation with her lacks to say the least. We talk about Elmo, and I can't stand him, by the way, but other than that, it's mainly about her. She's totally self-centered.

All the suffering and frustration of the past two weeks came bursting out in an unpremeditated explosion.

You know what I figured out?" I hate this part." Dr. Martin leaned back in his chair. "It means I'm about to lose income or I'm about to learn what a crappy shrink I am." (276)