Quotes About Frustration

Doctor Copeland belt old evil anger in him. The words rose inchoately to his throat and he could not speak them. They would listen to the old man. Yet to word the reason they will not attend.

Being mad is no good. Nothing we can do is any good. That's the way it seems to me. All we can do is go around telling the truth.

exasperated. 'That's the last thing I'd do. If you don't

Karl, I think I want to wring your neck right now." He laughed. "You're a doctor. You don't wound people; you heal them." "I just might make an exception in your case.

I can only assume that there's only one thing more frustrating than not being able to find someone, and that's not being found. I would want someone to find me, more than anything.

I'm trying to make some sense out of the phrase "Everything happens for a reason," and I think I've figured out what the reason is—to piss me off.

Then I realised that I was the god on this occasion. I had tried to help the bluebottle, but it wouldn't let me. And then I felt sorry for God because I understood his frustration. Sometimes when people offer a helping hand, it gets pushed away. People always want to help themselves first.

are you saying that the feeling of searching for a missing sock is like searching for love ?

We had come here to have a break from thoughts and the hard work that came with the constant interaction with idiots. Or at least people we considered idiots because they were not mind readers and we had to, patiently, use polite words to explain things that we were thinking when really inside we were fighting the urge to take their heads in our hands and softly and repeatedly thud their foreheads off the wall.

It bothers me that so many lack common sense, that their opinions can be so biased and backward, so utterly frustrating,misguided,misinformed and dangerous that I can't stand to listen to them.

Es así la vida normal? Lo pregunto porque estoy acostumbrada al dramatismo. Por lo general las cosas se resisten a salir como quiero. Estoy acostumbrada a luchar, quejarme y protestar para conseguir cosas que no son exactamente lo que quiero, pero que cubren el expediente.

People are what bother me most in life. It bothers me that so many lack common sense

Me visto con ropa que hace demasiados años que llevo, de una talla que no consigo variar, que me pone enferma, y que me ha hecho perder la voluntad de hacer algo respecto a... nada, o nada respecto a algo.

She was tired hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that everyday would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was.

I need all my strength to stop myself from reaching out and slapping him across the face every time he smiles at me.

Rosie: I know, I'm working on it but I can't quit until I get another job and that's proving to be rather difficult. Apparently no one really cares about whether or not you work as a secretary in a paper-clip factory. Ruby: Hmm… how odd… And it sounds so glamorous, you would think… Honestly, some people… Ahern, Cecelia (2005-02-01). Love, Rosie (p. 87). Hachette Books. Kindle Edition.

I'm trying to make some sense out of the phrase Everything happens for a reason, and I think I've figured out what the reason is - to pissed me off.

It's incredibly frustrating to forget. It must be an entirely other thing to be the forgotten

She didn't want to be one of those girls who said the exact opposite of what she meant, but still—it would have been nice to see Easy try.

I...thought the street was crying and wondered how I could paint the street crying. I thought I had said something like that to myself before, but I could not remember when or where it might have been. The street is crying, I thought, and I'm sitting here. It's my street and I can't draw it. I want to paint it, I have to paint it while it's crying, and why am I sitting here?

Sometimes, when he wanted to hide or not outright lie, he chose to speak in English. He used to break into it when he argued with my mother, and it drove her crazy when he did and she would just plead, No, no! as though he had suddenly introduced a switchblade into a clean fistfight.

It wasn't enough to be kidnapped, I had to be insulted too.

Men are incomprehensible assholes, I said to Amelia. NO shit, she said. When I was searching for Bob today, I found a female cat in the woods with kittens. And guess what? They were all black-and-white.

So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman