Quotes About Frustration

She shot across the rug, flung the door back open, and yelled into the parking lot. "I hope you choke on your blood vegetables!

Stuck in traffic is not an excuse. It's a sign of bad planning

She took a sip of water and absorbed the dismaying realization that she was attracted to him, even though she wanted to hit him in the head with that beer bottle.

She glared at him. "You're doing it again." "What?" "That thing that irritates me." "Smiling?" "Yes. That.

You couldn't be satisfied with being an amateur asshole, could you, Jimbo! You had to go and turn pro on me!

She murmured a 'Thank you', seated herself and her buried hopes in this chair which did not whirl round, and leaned her arms upon a table which did not even dream in mahogany.

It is a lonely existence to be a child with a disability which no-one can see or understand, you exasperate your teachers, you disappoint your parents, and worst of all you know that you are not just stupid.

It is funny how time goes so slow one day, sometimes for a whole season or a whole year, and then it's like a fast-forward button is pressed, and where did time go? How could you move no closer to the life you dreamed for yourself?

I have sat here at my desk, day after day, night after night, a blank sheet of paper before me, unable to lift my pen, trembling and weeping too.

like the twig furniture she made, thinking it was going to make us rich, only she's shit with a hammer and nails and the stuff ended up being deadly. You were practically begging for a colonoscopy if you sat on it.

Only one word described this situation. It was "F'd." Right? But I can't say that word. People who use that word in all its four-letter glory are nothing but common beggars.

I'm having a rotten day. First I lock myself out of the house, then I rip my skirt climbing through the window, then Macy's computer eats my layaway. And now, old Noah here won't start.

For overthinkers, whose feelings and thoughts about their loss linger much longer than those of nonoverthinkers, the social time clock for "getting over" loss is really punishing. People become tired, even annoyed, with overthinkers for continuing to talk about their loss. They may simply withdraw, or if they can't withdraw, they may eventually blow up at the overthinker, expressing anger and frustration rather than sympathy and concern.

To desire orchids is to have a desire that will never be, can never be, fully requited. A collector who wants one of every orchid species on earth will certainly die before even coming close.

Molly grabbed a vase off the mantel and flung it at the wall, knocking it into a painting of a mountain scene. The vase shattered and the picture frame swayed back and forth on the wall, taunting her with an image of what life was supposed to be like. . .

How do you get me into these fucking conversations? You think too fucking much.

I smiled. Wanting to shove him into the hall with its red-flocked Victorian wallpaper, not able to comfort him, not wanting to comfort him.

I was finding it difficult to speak with any vivacity, any pleasure. I wanted to get off the phone. I wanted him to feel bad, too.

There's something I know but I don't know it yet. It's driving me nuts.

The crime rates would go right down, I think, if Americans stopped saying: 'Have a nice day,' to one another. At least it would stop me from contemplating violence; when people in shops & so on order me to have a nice day in this authoritarian way, I want to kill, kill, kill. When I mutter 'sod off' under my breath, they think it is a Russian Orthodox benediction.

He's getting older," Charles said darkly. "Shall I hit him with my walker or my oxygen tank?

Relentless repetition was usually needed when dealing with alcohol and idiots.

He wants to marry you," Wes told her. "Oh, wonderful timing," Bobby said, gritting his teeth. "Like this is the most romantic moment of my life.

And then he stood there, outside her apartment building, watching the lights go on in her apartment, angry and frustrated and dying to be up there with her, and wondering what on earth he was going to do now.