Quotes About Frustration

I was already obsessed. The test had offended me by giving me questions I couldn't answer. I intended to kill it.

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?

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.

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.

It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.

I'm going to do it tonight. This is such a farce, this whole thing. I thought I was better and I'm not better. I tried to get stable and I can't get stable. I tried to turn the corner and there aren't any corners; I can't eat; I can't sleep; I'm just wasting resources.

OSCAR. ( With a pointing finger. ) I'm warning you. You want to live here, I don't want to see you, I don't want to hear you and I don't want to smell your cooking. Now get this spaghetti off my poker table. FELIX. Ha! Haha! OSCAR. What the hell's so funny? FELIX. It's not spaghetti. It's linguini! (OSCAR picks up the plate of linguini, crosses to the doorway, and hurls it into the kitchen. ) OSCAR. Now it's garbage!

As anyone who regularly reads newspapers or true-crime books knows, a significant percentage of violent crime, from kidnappings to shooting sprees, is the result of the frustrated sexual impulses and desires of males. By socializing guys like Sasha, Mystery and I were making the world a safer place.

As anyone who regularly reads newspapers or true-crime books knows, a significant percentage of violent crime, from kidnappings to shooting sprees, is the result of the frustrated sexual impulses and desires of males.

They had the magic pill, the solution to the inertia and frustration that has plagued the great literary protagonists I'd related to all my life—be it Leopold Bloom, Alex Portnoy, or Piglet from Winnie the Pooh. As

But it wasn't the intermittent reception or even the whispering that exasperated Amina so much as a familiar trick of her mother's: to bring up a subject in such a roundabout way that Amina had to pry it out of her, as if she were the one who'd wanted to discuss it in the first place.

She could neither conform nor be happy in her unconformity. This she saw clearly now, and with cold anger at all the past futile effort. What a waste!

No, you're not getting it. You see… never mind. Listen, I want you to get a headache at nine-forty-five." "You're giving me a headache now." She added, "And why do I always have to get a headache? People are beginning to think I have a terminal disease. Why don't you say your hemorrhoids are acting up at nine-forty-five?

It's a problem, you know, Paul, dealing with stupid people. You project your own intelligence and rationality onto a person who is a complete idiot, and he lets you down.

Anyway, I'm getting really intolerant of liars, fools, blowhards, and power freaks.

Meanwhile, I haven't had sex in so long I can't remember who brings the handcuffs.

the guy from the Midwest goes up to a New Yorker on the street and says, "Excuse me, sir, can you tell me how to get to the Empire State Building, or should I just go fuck myself?

Sara looked at the well-kept houses along the road. "These Communist pigs have beach clubs, good food, and access to foreign goods that the Cuban people can only dream about.

Why do I piss people off? What is wrong with me?

He could not elucidate it any further for her, and they drove on to the big hardware store. It had only a few customers, and very few assistants. They left the baby in the car and went through to the gardening department, and searched some time for an assistant

I want to drink hard liquor, as you call it, before lunch. I've got a mouth like the bottom of the parrot's cage. You wouldn't want me to throw a screaming fit in front of all your officers.

So I was a punk out of frustration. But I became a Tory out of hope.

you just wanted her to say, "I know what that's like." But of course, she can't say that, will never say that. And if she ever could then you could no longer be with her. Then you would both be tired. Then she would be a better friend, but a worse lover.

The iPhone can have a way of presumptuously insisting that it is better than you are. If you want to have it fixed or get an accessory for it, you are required to go into one of the horrid stores with metallic bad-breath air, and then inevitably wait for two hours after being told it would only be ten minutes. The salespeople act as if they have everything you need, but enjoy concealing it from you while you have to figure out what it is. What