Quotes About Frustration

Dusting is a good example of the futility of trying to put things right. As soon as you dust, the fact of your next dusting has already been established.

I don't have pet peeves - I have major psychotic fucking hatreds.

It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

It is well known that theoretical physicists cannot handle experimental equipment; it breaks whenever they touch it. Pauli was such a good theoretical physicist that something usually broke in the lab whenever he merely stepped across the threshold.

I'll drown him in that damn fountain and then I'll CPR him back and drown him again.

Why me?" he said finally. "Are you on some sort of mission to fuck up my life?" "I try my best to avoid you." "You're doing a hell of a job." "I honestly don't mean to cause problems." "You don't cause problems. An unpiloted vampire causes problems. You cause catastrophes.

BD: It gets better. Ted Moynohan at this point is in charge of the Atlanta Chapter. DA: That fuckhead again. The gift that keeps on giving. I still don't understand how he got to be the Knight-Protector. If that man was in charge of nothing except his own dick, sooner or later he'd suspect it of presenting a danger to humanity.

I'm in love with an idiot." The dog turned his head to the side. "Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut.

He opens his mouth and I want to kill him. I've actually had fantasies of ripping of his head Savannah. The older witch looked at her a long moment. What? Don't do it in front of his Dogs. Hopefully, I won't do it at all. If things get too bad, I'll divorce him.

Next to me, Saiman smiled. "We all want what we can't have, Kate. I want you, you want love, and he wants to break my neck.

I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.

Shit Bug said, his face sour. It's that thing again. We've been dealing with it since Pierce. You think you have a lead and then poof - he made a puffing motion with his fingers - it melts into nothing and all you have is frustration and the far noise your face makes when you hit you desk with it. Fart.... what?

Are you okay?" "I'm tired. My knee is hurting again and I'm trying to teleport myself upstairs." "Um, Kate, you can't do that." "I know. But I'm trying very hard. Let me know if I start fading?

William glanced at her. "Does your sister ground you often?" "No. She mostly does this." Georgie rolled his eyes in perfect imitation of her and muttered, "Why me?

I bloody hated bodyguard detail. On regular jobs, I had to depend only on myself. But bodyguard detail was a couple's kind of dance. You had to work with the body you guarded, and in my experience, bodies proved uncooperative.

her scent made him want to whine like a puppy because he had to stay away.

You know what? No: if he ever fell in love, it wouldn't be great romantic devotion. It would be an exercise in frustration and lust, and at the end of it his significant other would strangle him.

There were so many things I wanted to say at once if the words would just get out of each other's way. Fine.

No." "You always say that word," he said. "Is it supposed to mean something?

The top bag popped, and a metric ton of old lasagna spilled onto my pants. The stench of soured spaghetti sauce washed over me. Ew. Of all the trash from this whole giant building, I had to step on a bag from the food court. Damn it.

It was like piling money into a heap and setting it on fire twice a month.

At the risk of sounding crude, wooing you is like playing basketball with a porcupine. No compliment goes unpunished." "Then stop complimenting.

You're a fucking mess," Curran's voice said.