Quotes About Frustration

Apenas quem já experimentou a frustração da derrota consegue saborear com plenitude a alegria da vitória

My film directorial career has been nothing but repetition of one failure after another!

Rather than erupting in fury, he had experienced a moment of weakness, as though he were about to burst into tears. Without hating Yoshimine (whom he considered a reliable friend even now), he had felt his own arms and legs shrinking before a reality that he could do absolutely nothing about. This feeling, he understood in retrospect, arose from the fact that Yoshimine was a landlord while he himself was an insignificant pauper.

Most people are only too delighted to wreck each other's heads. And for the tiny minority who do their pathetic best not to, this world is going to go right ahead and make sure they do it anyway.

He was like a huge smug albatross waddling around my desk, squawking vacuously and crapping all over my paperwork.

Your irritation is important to us," Cassie droned, looking at me upside down with her head tipped backwards over her headrest, "and will be exacerbated in rotation. Thank you for holding.

If I believed in curses, I would believe that this is mine: when it matters most, in the moments when I know with the greatest clarity exactly what needs to be done, everything I say comes out wrong.

Ah, dammit to hell and blast and nonspecific fornication" I said, when the rivet went shooting off into the grass again. "Is everyone OK with that?" "What's wrong with nonspecific fornication?" Abby demanded. "I don't like my fornication specific.

Cassie," I said, "we've been through this. Once more, with feeling: I remember sweet shining fuck-all.

He wants to punch something, but he knows that would do nothing but bust his knuckles. Having that much sense makes him feel old.

Black people got mad about being treated like crap. Bad cops got mad 'cause they were getting called on their shit all of a sudden. Good cops got mad 'cause they were the bad guys when they hadn't done anything.

dumped an enormous IKEA package in the house: presumably it would change the landscape if and when I got up the energy to assemble it, but until then it was just there, in the middle of everything, where I barked my shin or banged my elbow on it every time I tried to get past.

I hate the way, once you start to know someone, care about them, their behavior can distress you, even when it's unreasonable and not your fault, even if you were really trying to be careful, tactful.

I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.

What are you working on?" Chris had asked. "Nothing," Zoe replied, her fingers freezing on the keyboard.

She peered up at the red spatter on the ceiling—as though she needed reminders—and lifted a hand to her forehead, pressing a finger against the scar. "You can't even please yourself;

Mentally going through everything she had placed in the car, Zoe moved toward the kitchen. Angrily, she ripped off a paper towel and leaned over the stove

Fitzroy, what is this shit?" "Henry, please, not Fitzroy.

Don't be stupid and awkward," the dolphin says. "You want to walk together or not?" "You are a stupid piece of shit. Go away from me." The dolphin goes into the center of a circular clothing rack and quietly cries.

Everyone is folding boxes. Andrew is folding boxes. If the entire job were to fold boxes people would scream. They would fold, and sometimes scream, existentially, then be dragged into a field and beaten into a paste. Sometimes there would be a killing rampage.

feels like i'm 'seething' with the inability to sleep…

Everyone should be impeached," Ellen said. "For being so bad at living.

It was better to talk, which would be a helluva lot easier if he would just talk back a little. Damn it, it was like pulling a teeth to get him to say anything. Like right now. He'd gone completely silent on her again, leaving the ball in her court, where the ball had been for the last half an hour.

Fuck, Dylan said, then thought it, just for the hell of it.