Quotes About Frustration

There are times I feel like I'm the kid screaming at the bottom of the well, and my dog runs off to pee on trees instead of getting help.

Sometimes, Lev, I just want to smack you. You already hit him with a car.

We weren't going anywhere, Nick said with a smile. He was trying to sound charming, but instead wound up sounding heavily sedated.

How frustrating it is to have so much power, yet be so impotent to wield it when it counts.

I think it's outrageously cruel to keep a puzzle that they know is missing a single piece.

Whoever invented the spork should be killed.

She points to the door. Leave! No. So she picks up a hairbrush and throws it at him. It beans him on the head and ricochets to the wall, where it wedges behind the TV. Ow! He grabs his head, grimacing. That hurt! Good, it was supposed to.

It's like when you call the radio station when they ask for the ninth caller, but you're never the ninth caller, so when they actually pick up and talk to you, you figure it must be some mistake. Then they put you on the radio, you sound like a complete fool, and then you hang up before you can give them your address, so they can't mail you your concert tickets. Don't laugh - it happened.

We tried to be good parents . . . but there's a point at which you give up trying." "No, there's not," Connor tells her. Then he turns to go, leaving them with the worst punishment of all: having to live with themselves.

Our conversation with the supermarket manager had been about as helpful as a New Jersey road sign, and if you've ever been there, you know the signs don't tell you the exit you're coming up to, they only point out the exits you've just missed. It puts parents in very foul moods--and since you're probably there to visit relatives, their mood was pretty touch and go to begin with.

I'm too old to rage against the system. I just whine at it.

I wanted to take everything I was feeling, put it in a cannon and aim it at him.

There are few things he can stand less than a bunch of morons standing around looking at something that doesn't work and wondering who's going to fix it.

It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right.

Now Goddard paces, whipping his fury into a caustic meringue.

But she was too deep into her rant to stop now.

Then she went back to the kitchen, where she found her ramen had gotten cold. Great.

In fact, in the grand scheme of things, everyone was equally useless. That`s what he was saying, and it infuriated Citra, because on a certain level, she knew he was right.

What is it that drives us to seek such lofty goals, yet tear out the foundations? Why must we always sabotage the pursuit of our own dreams?" "We are imperfect beings," Munira said. "How could we ever fit in a perfect world?

These are a few of his least favorite things.

You can't get in your own head sometimes. You can pace around it, you can bang it against walls, but you can't get inside.

Give him a calculator and he can change the world, but whenever the car breaks down, and the mechanic asks him what's wrong, his response is usually, "It broke.

Probably chicken again. He's sick of chicken.

Esa es la rabia que lo embarga cuando no hay nadie mirándolo.