Quotes About Frustration

Yeah." Rhage sighed. "All I want is one good female. But I guess I'll settle for quantity until I find her. Life just sucks, doesn't it?

A lot of my friends are struggling musicians. Being a struggling actor, it's just frustrating because you're not allowed to do what you want to do.

I was literally just going and applying for jobs, and I couldn't get a job, and I was getting more and more broke, and you find yourself groveling for jobs you don't even want.

I would love to do orange and lemon trees silhouetted against the blue sea, but I cannot find them the way I want them.

The contemporary American novelist benefits in a way from being ignored. It makes you angrier and makes you want to go into all of those places where you shouldnt.

How boring these emotions are that we're caught in and can't get free of, no matter how much we want to.

A girl doesn't always want to go out, you know, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. Sometimes she feels like being nasty--like, if the guy's gonna wait, let him really wait.

When I see these guys write all this macho stuff I want to smash their heads.

I am getting frustrated by the fact that we have been out of office for eight years. I desperately want to lead the Conservative Party to make quicker progress back into power.

This does not mean that some of us should not want, in a rather dispassionate sort of way, to put a bullet through csh's head.

I'm drawn again and again to relationships between people who really, really want to connect and just can't get out of their own way to do it.

The cutthroat avenues of rock 'n' roll, I am fed up with. I don't want anything to do with it.

Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it.

A lot of people are doing something about their weight, but by their own reckoning, it isn't enough to get the results they want

I can see my ghost trying to get that Academy Award, forever stuck in a casting office. Can you imagine? I've spent enough time in audition rooms. I don't want to be doing that in my afterlife.

Anytime I see someone blocking the aisle in the supermarket while talking on a phone, I want to ram that person with my shopping cart.

It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.

Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.

You pout like a trout in a drought...can't get out. You want to scream, but fish can't shout.

There's people in hell who want ice water.

I can think of nothing more soul destroying in life than to persist in trying to do a thing you want desperately to do well, and to know that you are at the best second rate.

And you pretend it doesn't bother you, When you just want to explode.

Words, words, words, a million million words circle in my head like hawks, waiting to dive onto the page to rend and tear the only two words I want to write. Why me?

I'm so sick of immaturity, of name-calling, of labels, of gossip, of high school. It doesn't make sense anymore, and I find myself being nice to people that I want to strangle.