Quotes About Frustration

Love had failed. Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. it could not do things.

Eyes can shed tears to reduce its pain while blubbering but what about my hearts, it does not have such capability...it only wept into frustration and frustration

He's exasperated. "I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

Alice! You know I love you like a sister!""Words." she growled.

Falling in love with humans is like walking into a pantry and realizing you're trapped in it without Whip Cream, and Cherries.

I have a headache. If only I had a crown to put on!

Loving someone who does not love you back is like, reaching for a star. You know you will never reach it but you just have to keep on trying. Because someday, who knows? It might fall.

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help.

I get no respect. The way my luck is running, if I was a politician I would be honest.

The way our luck has been lately, our fellas have been getting hurt on their days off.

Todos os desejos negativos não são nada exceto frustrações de desejos positivos. Eles são inspirados por alguma forma de derrota, fracasso ou negligência por parte dos seres humanos em se adaptarem às leis da natureza de forma positiva.

During a radio interview, when I tried explaining to the journalist the nuance and the difference between the two statements I was told that I was "too complicated"; so I simply walked out of the studio, leaving them in the lurch. The depressing part is that those people who were committing such mistakes were educated journalists entrusted to represent the world to us lay persons.

I experienced a loss of pleasure in writing!

The worst punishment was his state of helplessness in the face of risks and unfairness.

You argue with her to no avail (she is supposed to be the "expert").

People who are trapped in their jobs

It's a funny thing, friendship. One minute a person is driving you crazy, making you want to shake them, and the next minute you realize what a crappy place the world would be without them in it.

je le sens très bien,mais je ne sais pas l'exprimer...je n'ai à ma disposition que de pauvres mots complètement usés à force d'avoir servi à tous et à tout...

And they talked and talked, repeating the same things, going over them, then going over them again, from one side then from the other, kneading and kneading them, continually rolling between their fingers this unsatisfactory, mean substance that they had extracted from their lives (what they called "life," their domain), kneading it, pulling it, rolling it until it ceased to form anything between their fingers but a little pile, a little gray pellet.

I want my happiness! . . . Many, many years have I waited for it! It is late! It is late! I want my happiness!

But I am weary of this place, and sick to death of playing at philanthropy and progress. Of all varieties of mock-life, we have surely blundered into the very emptiest mockery in our effort to establish the one true system. I

He was going to die, and he was seriously annoyed about that.

I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I...I...I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I... don't remember where...Left parietal lobe. I...I...I can't remember my name,but...but...Right temporal...but I'm still here. Right frontal. I'm still here... Right occipital.I'm still...Right parietal. I'm...Cerebellum. I'm...Thalamus. I...Hypothalamus. I...Hippocampus...Medulla........................

They all think medicine should be magic, and they become mad at me when it's not.