Quotes About Frustration

there is no grief more devastating than the grief for what could have been.

I know Scarletta is getting a itch way down deep and low where a coloured boy cannot afford to reach to scratch.

It was his knowledge of his own willful stupidity that had brought on his irritation

To cook and clean yourself is intolerable. But to have someone else do it is exhausting.

Needle in a haystack's easy - just bring a magnet." Eliot stared witheringly at Hardison. "You take the poetry out of everything." "Says the man who'd just punch the haystack.

His understanding of the DNA code in all bands is that sooner or later the two principals will turn on each other because one of them will be driven crazy by the knowledge that to be at their best they need to perform with the other person and therefore they need that other person to be successful, or even to be heard. It makes you hate that person.

Chuck had to come up to Johnnie's mark. He'd been playing with slouches for years, with the cheapest band in town, just going in and out with a briefcase. To a musician, playing below your mark is soul destroying, and he had been doing that for ages, to the point where he was completely cynical about the music.

He wore sweatpants and a T-shirt and had stopped in the middle of the hall, furiously scratching one bare forearm. "Fleas?" I said.

Lately, she found herself thinking about Brent a lot, and for the first time, feeling angry. Because she had been twelve years old and all she'd wanted was a safe place, and now she was twenty-five and she wanted the same thing, and life shouldn't be so fucking hard, you shouldn't have to give so fucking much.

Human beings are so depressing.

How do we get students to understand that the hard work and frustration that comes with learning how to write well is worth it? How do we get students to see the importance writing can play in their adult lives? How do we change the fact that seven out of ten students are leaving high school without adequate writing skills?

Oh, joy, Christmas Eve. By this time tomorrow, millions of Americans, knee-deep in tinsel and wrapping paper, will utter those heartfelt words: "Is this all I got?"

He went out with a variety of women, slept with some of them, hated the whole meaningless process. Drinks, dinners, plays and concerts and gallery openings ... He grew to despise the rigid formality of dating, missed the easy familiarity of simply being with someone, sharing friendly silences and unforced laughter.

The problem is that no matter how good your intentions, eventually you want to kill someone yourself.

If you yourself paint or write poetry perhaps, you'll know how it feels to want to produce something ad be frustrated; your mind sulks like the air before a thunderstorm.

I knew nothing of the matter, so said nothing. It made me feel rather downcast, all this knowledge locked away in books that I didn't know and likely never would. I loved books, but they were expensive and heavy and reading them took time I rarely had.

Monk made hairy fists of rage. "I'll wring their red necks for them. I'll twist their ears off, and make them eat them with onions." "Time enough for that later," fumed Pat, adding, "Let's bid our fond adieus, and be on our unmerry way.

hell on earth is waking up with expectations every morning and going to sleep disappointed in yourself every night!

Who does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly, acting out old ideas and dreams and mistaken understandings.

You know what a cubicle basically says? It basically says, like, "You know what? We don't think you're smart enough for an office, but we don't want you to look at anybody."

Men and women who are lonely create. Those who are gregarious rarely do... Any poet would rather bed with a girl than write a poem about her. All art is the result of frustration. Art is energy deflected from its normal course in action.

Those weapons of mass destruction have got to be somewhere... Nope, no weapons over there... Maybe under here.

Humans said one thing with their bodies and another with their mouths and everyone had to spend time and energy figuring out what they really meant. And once you did understand them, the Humans got angry and acted as though you had stolen thoughts from their minds.

The fires of frustration and discord are burning in every city, North and South,' he said. 'Where legal remedies are not at hand, redress is sought in the streets in demonstrations, parades and protests, which create tensions and threaten violence—and threaten lives.