Quotes About Frustration

Night Serpent: They are angry at God. Me: What has God done? Night Serpent: God ended all the interesting things.

I'm beginning to feel like a forty-niner myself, groused Mimi. Our trip to California has been fraught with problems so far.

In fact, being the proud new owner of a gold mine seems like a big pain in the neck, frankly.

Sometimes Reeve couldn't stand women. They were so practical.

Stephen was holding his glass of tea so tightly it squeezed out the bottom of his grip like toothpaste and landed on the table.

Stop being picky!" yelled Mandy. "You're down to twelve minutes and you still have to swipe your credit card!

Her father drove up and down car aisles, looking for a good slot. Who cared about a good slot? Just park the car already!

Brendan wanted to chain the guy to the bumper of a truck and drive down the thruway for a hundred miles.

I want a swallow of whiskey to take that pill, Polly yelled. Damn things get stuck when you make me take them water.

out there in Hollywood and couldn't find a job

The only thing that held it together the previous summer was baling wire, cheap used parts, and cussin' that would fry the hair out of a frog's nostrils.

Darcy shook her head. "I thought it would be wonderful to have Calvin this close, but it's not. I can't get past this thing I have for him. I've tried and tried, dated other men, but none of them measure up or make me feel like he does. I have made up my mind to be single forever and dote on Sophie." Darcy shrugged. "Why couldn't you sleep?

I don't believe it," said Stumpy ungratefully. His wife was more gracious. "Thanks, Miss Drew. And I want to tell you I'm tired of this whole business. You're only a kid but you've really taught me a lesson.

There are times when I'd like to thrash the man till he begged for mercy!

Every time I think we're on to something meaningful, it dissolves into nothing.

You know your all fucks! why am i so dichable? now how am i supposed to kill you with out upseting that poor nice women!? God damnit alice i liked you why did you have to be such a bitch

It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.

For fear is a primary source of evil. And when the question Who am I? recurs and is unanswered, then fear and frustration project a negative attitude. The bewildered soul can answer only: Since I do not understand 'Who I am,' I only know what I am not . The corollary of this emotional incertitude is snobbism, intolerance and racial hate. The xenophobic individual can only reject and destroy, as the xenophobic nation inevitably makes war.

That was the way things were. It was like she was mad all the time. Not how a kid gets mad quick so that soon it is all over - but in another way. Only there was nothing to be mad at. Unless the store. But the store hadn't asked her to take the job. So there was nothing to be mad at. It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.

But the music did not come again. The tune was left broken, unfinished. And the drawn tightness she could no longer stand. She felt she must do something wild and sudden that never had been done before. She hit herself on the head with her fist, but that did not help any at all. And she began to talk aloud, although at first she paid no attention to her own words and did not know in advance what she would say.

Sometimes he thought that he had talked so much in the years before to his children and they had understood so little that now there was nothing at all to say.

I go all around and try to tell them. And they laugh. I can't make them understand anything. No matter what I say I can't seem to make them see the truth.

What good was it? That was the question she would like to know. What the hell good was it. All the plans she had made, and the music. When all that came of it was this trap--the store, then home to sleep, and back at the store again.

The three of them sat at the kitchen table, saying the same things over and over, so that by August the words began to rhyme with each other and sound strange.