Quotes About Frustration

You have always fought against your dreams, and 'I want' has never even shown its face. It was always drowned out by 'I must' or 'I hope' or 'I need...'

A lot of men these days are insecure in front of women, because women have become so strong. Men are very frustrated because they don't know what women want.

I have superfine, superoily hair, so my struggle is always trying to get the volume I want. I end up not doing much with it ever.

I just broke up with my boyfriend, so I'm officially single. But one thing I find unbelievably annoying is all these guys in my life who want to save me.

Musical people always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be perfectly deaf.

Whereas Angeline's antics made me want to pull out my hair sometimes, Trey found them endearing.

I think the toughest thing about being an actor in a film is to be with a director who doesn't know what they want. And that can be really, really frustrating.

Every painting is a war. You have to struggle every day, and to struggle every day with your inadequacies is a damn nuisance.

That man made me miss my destiny.

I remember serving in Vietnam in that war, and many of us at the major Lieutenant Colonel, colonel level were frustrated that no one in the U.S. wanted to debate it that way.

You've confused a war on your religion with not always getting everything you want.

She slammed down the phone. The sharp bang shattered my heart like a bottle hitting the sidewalk

I knew how she felt, all jittered up inside and no place to put the aggravation.

Ah, Milk Duds. The official candy of pissed-off fat women everywhere.

Are you demented, you stupid badger ? Is that your problem ? Or are you just an idiot ?" "As to that, I... Did you just call me a badger ?" "A bastard. I called you a bastard.

He wanted to shake her until every one of her chattering teeth hit the ground. "What the hell are you trying to say? Why did she choose me?" Jodie eyed him warily. "Because she thinks you're stupid.

And put me down right this minute or I'll scream bloody murder, then do the job for real!" "I already hid all the electrical appliances, and I'm not taking a shower without locking you in the closet first.

Phoebe tapped the toe of her sneaker against the dock. "There's only one good use for a man like Heath Champion." "Here we go again," Molly muttered. Phoebe's lip curled. "Target practice.

You remind me of someone with a bad toothache who's hitting herself in the head with a hammer to distract herself from the pain in her mouth.

His pacing stopped. The mattress sighed as he sat on the edge. seconds ticked by before he spoke so softly she could barely hear. "Sometimes I want to leave this town so bad I can taste it.

The only reason I kissed you was as a distraction from what I really wanted to do, which was strangle you.

What do you mean by that?" Her frustration got the best of her. "You're so used to feeling superior that you've forgotten there are people who might know something you don't." One of his big, competent hands landed on the blade of his hip. "What's your deal anyway? Do you feel like such a failure that you need to attack anybody who's successful?" "No. Maybe. I don't know. Fuck you.

She wanted to stomp her foot, throw a tantrum, throw a punch.

Monday, when he'd barged in on her because she'd somehow managed to hold up everybody's paychecks, she'd been painting her goddamn fingernails! He'd gotten mad then, but he'd barely begun to yell before her lip had started to tremble and she'd said he couldn't talk to her like that because she had PMS.