Quotes About Frustration

If wishes were horses mine would be glue -

I can't forget that stupid, fucking hologram speech. THAT'S why I did dope.

I'm sorry it's not Mark - it could've been. It should've been. It might've meant something. Maybe not much, but certainly more

I feel so agitated all the time, like a hamster in search of a wheel.

I hang up. Actually, I smash the phone down because I take my anger out on inanimate objects. Which is better than taking it out on people, right?

Mrs Nix smacks herself in the head again. If she keeps that up she'll bruise

Boys are stupid. That's all there is to it. Boys are just stupid.

I swear,if she were a cat she'd be hissing.

Will you please take him outside for some fresh air? Go across the street and buy him a chocolate bar.' She said it so formally, but instead of sounding polite, it sounded like Claire was really telling him to take Owen across the fucking street and get him a fucking chocolate bar, and, by the way, fuck you.

You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.

Damn stupid vampires and their stupid sense of stupid superiority-

When a person knows and can't make the others understand, what does he do?

In mainstream romantic comedies, I'm usually tearing my hair out. It's just a devastatingly difficult genre for me.

When a man can't sleep, he won't let anybody else sleep either. If he doesn't go off to dreamland the moment his head hits the pillow, he gets frightfully annoyed and won't stay in bed.

The more I attempted to escape through self-consultation, self-help therapies, psychology, psychiatry, and self-analysis, the more frustrated I became.

Play your little fucking games somewhere else," Mills said angrily.

Can't anybody here play this game?

Plea to the early 1960's NY Mets. "Can't anyone here play this game?

Mister, that boy couldn't hit the ground if he fell out of an airplane.

I hate this case,' stated Gibbons unequivocally. 'I don't know what really happened, I shall probably never know what really happened, and I shall still be a detective sergeant when I'm sixty.

Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. "You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn't you? You couldn't just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do?

Have you tried talking to her?" "No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work?

Is there some particular reason that you're here?" ... "Not this again." "Not what again?" said Clary. "Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace.

Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.