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Quotes About Frustration

Family," Curran said, putting his arm around me. "Can't live with them, can't kill them.
~ Ilona Andrews
angry people aren't interested in justice. They just want an excuse to vent their rage.
~ Ilona Andrews
Can you play guitar too?" Leon asked. "Because if you can, I'll go kill myself right now." "No, but I can sing a little," Mad Rogan said. "God damn it!" Leon punched the table. "Calm yourself," Bern told him.
~ Ilona Andrews
Tony looked at me with the long-suffering patience of an adult child who knew an educational lecture was coming and there was no way to escape.
~ Ilona Andrews
Chyort poberi, you
~ Ilona Andrews
People get upset over many things. Frustrating jobs, small paychecks, bad hours. People want things; people feel humiliated by others who have the things they want; people feel deprived and powerless. All this gives fuel to rage. The anger builds and builds and if there is no outlet for it, pretty soon it transforms the person. They walk around like a loaded gun, ready to go off if only they could find the right target. They want to hurt something. They need it.
~ Ilona Andrews
Hugh wished for something to happen. Some release. Someone to kill. Bucky raised his tail and shit on the road. "You gonna clean that up?" a male voice challenged. Thank you. Thank you so much for volunteering.
~ Ilona Andrews
Renouard bared his teeth at her, displaying his fangs. Vampires showed their teeth for many reasons: to intimidate, to express joy, to snarl in frustration. But this one was a leer. Look at my teeth, baby. Aren't I amazing?
~ Ilona Andrews
all you have is frustration and the fart noise your face makes when you hit your desk with it.
~ Ilona Andrews
The harpy at the other end of the hallway acted as if he were some revolting creature that crawled out from under a damp rock. The woman drove him nuts. Hugh alternated between wanting to strangle her and trying not to laugh as she fought off his verbal jabs. Making her snarl in frustration was the only thing that made the situation tolerable.
~ Ilona Andrews
So far my best plan would be to build a mountain of gasoline cans and explosives, stick a Property of US Government sign on it, and throw a T-shirt over Pierce's head when he showed up to explode it. Yes, this would totally work. If only.
~ Ilona Andrews
There were three certainties in Houston: death, taxes, and never-ending roadwork.
~ Ilona Andrews
I'm formally proposing. The first time it didn't take. Kill me, somebody. Curran! Get Up. People are looking at us.
~ Ilona Andrews
Oh, now that's not nice ..." Kaldar clicked his tongue.
~ Ilona Andrews
I had forgotten that talking to you is like trying to pet a cactus," Saiman said dryly. "Thank you for reminding me.
~ Ilona Andrews
I was still pissed. "What kind of shapeshifter has orange fur anyway?" "Weredingo." Now I'd seen everything. Well, at least he didn't steal my baby.
~ Ilona Andrews
I smiled and gave them a little wave. I'm so mad at you right now.
~ Ilona Andrews
Of course, I'll still love you, you stupid jerk. The Beast Lord is an arrogant jerk. I never wanted him. I only wanted Curran.
~ Ilona Andrews
Orro spun around. "I do not like this Assembly. It jerks the small human to and fro." He stabbed the air with his giant fork for emphasis. "Can they not see that she is exhausted? Do they not know what she has been through? Come to the meeting, do not come to the meeting, is there no decorum?
~ Ilona Andrews
Bug turned to me. "I have been chasing that shit monkey all over the fucking city. He destroyed three of my drones. He mocked me.
~ Ilona Andrews
Things just didn't go your way today," Owen rumbled from his blanket, his eyes still closed. "First, you got your arm broken. Then the Consort had to bring you food. Now you are getting a lecture. It's hard to be Troy today." "Don't make me come over there," Troy growled. Owen opened his eyes. "And do what?
~ Ilona Andrews
How could she tell her that sometimes people didn't get what they wanted? That maybe they were wrong to ever want it in the first place.
~ Inglath Cooper
Con lei pensò Yves, con insolita irritazione bisognerebbe essere sempre psicologicamente in smoking. E io, ahimè, non posso permettermelo
~ Irene Nemirovsky
Ma perché a noi tocca sempre soffrire? Alla gente come noi, alla gente comune, ai piccoli borghesi? Quando arriva una guerra, o il franco è in ribasso, o ci sono disoccupazione, crisi e rivoluzioni, gli altri se la cavano sempre. E siamo noi a pagare! Perché? Che cosa abbiamo fatto? Paghiamo per gli errori di tutti. Certo, di noi nessuno ha paura!
~ Irene Nemirovsky