Quotes About Frustration

There followed one of those comical interludes in which the jihadists were confused about what to do next and fell to bitter recriminations.

Like every other state-of-the-art conference room AV system in the history of the world, it failed to work on the first go and so it was necessary to summon someone who understood how it worked; and like all such persons he could not be found.

It's time for him to get over into the right lanes where the retards and the bimbo boxes poke along, random, indecisive, looking at each passing franchise's driveway like they don't know if it's a promise or a threat.

It irritates the hell out of me to be in a situation where I'm forced to do exactly what's expected.

The stars' positions were randomly generated, a fact that drove Pluto crazy.

Remember, these things are designed for amateurs." "Tell me about it," Ivy snorted. "The user interface is so easy to use, I can't do anything.

Certain objects that are supposed to (a) remain horizontal and (b) support heavy things have ceased to do either.

Every parent of a teenager gets used to it: the moment in a child's life when he or she decides that certain facts are just too much trouble to explain to Mom or Dad.

Occasionally a red taxi or Mercedes-Benz would squeeze by along the iron fence and burst free, the driver holding down the horn button so furiously that he might detonate the air bag.

I was going to kill that doctor when he shoved his finger up my ass but then I realized the possibilities of that substance.

nothing was worse than getting stuck in a situation like that with nothing to read.

Tekla wanted to slap her so much that her hand actually twitched.

Margaret really messes up his head. When it gets really intolerable, he goes to the latrine (so that the staff will not break in on him at an inopportune moment) and executes a Manual Override. But one thing he learned in Hawaii was that a Manual Override is unfortunately not the same as the real thing. The effect wears off too soon.

My hand has stopped writing There is no talk in my mouth.

My eyes skimmed over the legalese and bureaucratese (two languages I had never mastered), until I found something descriptive to

The user interface is so easy to use, I can't do anything.

1. How is it possible that 6.9 billion people can all claim to want the same thing (peace, security, opportunity, prosperity, happiness, and love) and be singularly unable to get it?

Whoa! Wait a minute! Are you trying to say that God gets frustrated? Who do you suppose invented frustration? And do you imagine that you can experience something I cannot?

They always said on TV you could do anything you wanted, but here I was trying to do something and it wasn't working. I would never be able to do it.

I lie there thinking about how everything I've done is a failure, death and failure, and there's no hope for me except being homeless, because I'm never going to be able to hold a job because everyone else is so much smarter.

There's so much more for me to be doing. I should be a success and I'm not and other people - younger people - are. Younger people than me are on TV and getting paid and winning scholarships and getting their lives in order. I'm still a nobody. When am I going to not be a nobody?

Like I'm on the verge of just blowing up. All the stress and pressure and anxiety just bubbling up.

Wherever Cool is, anyway, I missed it, and now I'm stuck observing these machinations or sex and status and dancing and parties and people sucking at each other under the bleacher seating like some kind of freak, when I'm not the freak; Rich is the freak. Clearly. When I grow up, that had better be understood and I had better be compensated, or I'm going to shoot myself in the head.

What about: I got Jack and shit and Jack left town.