Quotes About Frustration

I'm getting really fucking tired of being manhandled like this!" Wrath hollered. Tohr

Her sex life was non-existent in the real world. In her imagination, however, it had flourished.

It was a multi-f-bomb kind of night.

Yo, Rapunzel, you going to let down your frickin' hair, there?

Lane shut the door on the man's face, grabbed a pair of boxers from the bureau, and yanked them on so hard, he nearly wedgie'd himself. Try not to kill him, Lizzie muttered as he headed back for the idiot. I make no promises.

When Butch returned, Wrath heaved again. "Two more." There was another grunt and a rattle. "Fuck me." "Not on your life." "Fine. Fuck you.

Next one of you mouthy assholes makes me pound my desk again, I'm throwing you the fuck out." On that note, he reached down, picked up the cowering ninety-pound retriever, and settled George in his lap. "You're freaking out my dog and it's pissing me off." As

Damn it—why do you assume I'm naive?" She glared up at him. "You have no idea what it's been like my whole life, seeing all these shadows and never having them explained.

Don't make me flip you off." "Why would I deprive you of a favorite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.

He was the one doing the Dr. Phil bullshit— Okaaaaaaaaaay

Marissa could not get comfortable in her bed. No matter which way she turned or where she put the pillows, she was irritated. Somehow, her mattress had been filled with rocks, and her sheets had turned into sandpaper

Christ on a crutch

She threw her hands in the air. "Of course I was tense. You were kissing and touching me and I was turned on like crazy. Also, I haven't had a decent orgasm in like six freaking months. Are you reading my lips here? Six. Months. You'd be tense, too, wouldn't you?" Dante gaped at her. Anna threw him a murderous glare. "Are all men this dense or just you? Jesus, Dante, do I have to draw you a road map to my vagina, or are you grabbing a clue?

I can already tell she's going to be a pain in my ass.

I can't breathe.

You know, like that old Catch 42 expression that stands for the meaning of life is that in the end you always get screwed.

Maybe the new one would actually know how to write, instead of beating his head against a stone wall just trying.

Hateful bitch of a world, it wouldn't ever last.

She was a nice little girl, simple and true, and tremendously frightened of sex. I told her it was beautiful. I wanted to prove this to her. She let me prove it, but I was too impatient and proved nothing.

Sometimes I'd get mad because things didn't work out so well, I'd spoil a flapjack, or slip in the snowfield while getting water, or one time my shovel went sailing down into the gorge, and I'd be so mad I'd want to bite the mountaintops and would come in the shack and kick the cupboard and hurt my toe. But let the mind beware, though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

In all this welter of women I still hadn't got one for myself, not that I was trying too hard, but sometimes I felt lonely to see everybody paired off and having a good time and all I did was curl up in my sleeping bag in the rosebushes and sigh and say bah. For me it was just red wine in my mouth and a pile of firewood

The trouble with fashions is you want to fuck the women in their fashions but when the time comes they always take them off so they don't get wrinkled. Face it, the really great fucks in a man's life was when there was no time to take yr clothes off, you were too hot and she was too hot - none of yr Bohemian leisure, this was middleclass explosions against snowbanks, against walls of shithouses in attics, on sudden couches in the lobby - Talk about yr hot peace.

both of us had a lot to say, but there was no room to say it in, we were so tense and close.

I tried to bring up boyfriends and sex. Her great dark eyes surveyed me with emptiness and a kind of chagrin that reached back generations and generations in her blood from not having done what was crying to be done--whatever it was, and everybody knows what it was.