Quotes About Frustration

What's wrong, little sis? You look upset." She could barely catch her breath. "Cracked...my...nail polish slapping your... worthless face. See?" She showed him her finger - just one of them. "Cute" He snorted.

Charlotte slammed the paper down onto her desk with an exclamation of rage. "Aloysius Starkweather is the most stubborn, hypocritical, obstinate, degenerate—" She broke off, clearly fighting for control of her temper. Tessa had never seen Charlotte's mouth so firmly set into a hard line. "Would you like a thesaurus?" Will inquired. "You seem to be running out of words.

Oh, God, the lovebirds," Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. "I hate happy couples.

What I actually want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else-someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.

I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.

All that running and getting nowhere, he thought. Story of my life.

Anger, Tessa thought, was satisfying in its own way, when you gave in to it. There was something gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

Damnit.' Isabelle, standing in the mouth of the alley, her wet black hair like a cloak around her shoulders, kicked a trash can out of her way and glowered. 'Oh, for goodness's sake,' she said. 'I can't believe you two. Why? What's wrong with bedrooms? And pivacy?

Of course it's not okay with me, I'm a teenage boy. As far as I'm concerned, this is the worst thing that's happenedd since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru" - Jace

Every time I annoy him he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace.

When I first arrived in London, I so quickly tired of being surrounded by so many people that it was only with great difficulty that I refrained from seizing the next unfortunate who crossed my path and committing violent acts upon their person.

It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.

Jace threw himself against the door. It didn't budge. He cursed. "My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health." -Jace to Clary, pg.284-

Jessamine flushed. "I do not . I mean, I did not. I mean--ugh! Charlotte, Will's being vexing." "And the sun has come up in the east," said Jem, to no one in particular.

But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out. Of course, the aftermath was less pleasant. Once you'd told everyone you hated them and not to come after you, where exactly did you go?

If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat.

What are you doing following me around the back streets of London, you little idiot?" Will demanded, giving her arm a light shake. Cecily's eyes narrowed. "This morning it was cariad (note: Welsh endearment, like 'darling' or 'love'), now it's idiot.

Goddamn it," Jace shouted over the noise. "I hate it when Simon is right.

He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night" and "starlight" rhymed, but he had a feeling the poem wouldn't turn out that well...

endless hope, endless disappointment.