Quotes About Frustration

the kind of pounding in his skull that made him immediately wish he could twist it off his neck and hurl it out the window.

Everything seems to be working. Except me. I'm broken.

I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

The man irritated her just like a rash.

Get off me. You weigh more than the doors to your home.

You're English, he said. And I will therefore make certain allowances for you. I realize you don't understand you shouldn't argue with me, and so I'll explain it to you. Don't argue with me. Incredulous, she said, That's it? 'Don't argue with me' is your explanation as to why I shouldn't argue with you?

When you're right, you're right. That's it? He was suddenly furious with her and didn't care that it showed. Damn it, she had told him she loved him, and after a one-minute argument, she caved. What the hell kind of love was that? That's all you have to say? No, actually there is one more thing I'd like to mention. Yeah? What's that? You're an idiot.

It all seemed grossly unfair. He wanted nothing at all to change

Performance anxiety and a dry-cleaning bill; those were the only things keeping me from stark raving lunacy.

It was 10:30 in the morning and I was already running behind. This is hardly unusual, but it pisses me off every single time.

Last night I had a dream that I was about halfway up a sheer cliff, endlessly high. Up ahead of me was, it seemed, everyone I'd ever known—the guys at the shop, my family, Gwen, Eric, D—and they were pulling ahead, climbing fast, leaving me behind. I tried to call out but found I had no voice, that my words slurred and died in my mouth, that I could not be heard. I awoke with a terrified lurch, unable to scream. I have this dream all the time.

The loon started smacking her forehead with the heel of her palm. Fuck! she yelled. Fuck! FUCK!

have to sell my soul to some power-hungry supervisor the minute I get to work, and then five minutes later I have to turn around and sell it again to some numb-nuts who's mad at the world because he didn't have any better sense than to get drunk out of his skull and total his car. Half the time I have to work ten hours a day without overtime.

His expression hardened. It was unpleasant to have feelings that he had been at pains to check aroused to no purpose

He was angry at the things that bound the woman … and at the woman who let herself be bound.

Our silence was not the vacuum that comes from having said all there is to say. Whatever conversation we had fell naturally to pieces and crumbled in bitter silence.

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The icy lump of silence that lay between us was apparently too deeply frozen to melt under just any pretext. The questions I had prepared as I walked along—possible opportunities for conversation—were so many matches held against an iceberg.

my betrayed love had been drawn into a corner and changed to hate, my desire to reestablish the roadway had been frustrated and turned into a desire for revenge.

Waiting was a bore. With work one understands one's own effort is everything, but in waiting one can't use one's own strength.

Smashing things is the violent way stupid mortal monkeys solve their problems.

Corpus bones, I thought. To be wedded to this perfumed prig with his mouth in a knot and a frown always on his face!

Hungry men are not known for their patience or their kindness.

Don't let me do this! As always, his plea received no answer. Half an hour later he entered