Quotes About Frustration

Bessie cried. "I ain't movin' to Arizona! Damnit, there is nothin' there but gravel and scorpions..."

Toddlers take half an hour to get a pair of shoes on but can open 5 apps, delete your photos, and call your boss all within 16 seconds.

C:COFFEE.POT missing (A)bort (R)etry (S)leep?

If Bill Gates had a dime for every time Windows crashes… oh, wait a minute, he already does.

I haven't any right to criticise books, and I don't do it except when I hate them. I often want to criticise Jane Austen, but her books madden me so that I can't conceal my frenzy from the reader; and therefore I have to stop every time I begin. Everytime I read 'Pride and Prejudice' I want to dig her up and beat her over the skull with her own shin-bone.

Most motorcycle problems are caused by the nut that connects the handlebars to the saddle.

Behind the wheel is one of the least likely places to have our faith in humanity restored.

Paingry: A state of anger caused by long-term pain.

Golf is just a lot of walking, broken up by disappointment and bad arithmetic.

I fought the lawn and the lawn won.

So here was my predicament: I knew that within myself was a Golconda of memories of other lives, yet I was unable to do more than flit like a madman through those memories. I had my Golconda but could not mine it.

for he could scarcely make them move together to grip a twig, and they seemed remote from his body and from him. 

Wydaje mi siÄ™ niekiedy, ?e caÅ'y Å›wiat, ?ycie, w ogóle wszytko obraÅ'o sobie siedzibÄ™ w mym wnÄ™trzu i uczyni? chce ze mnie swego rzecznika. CzujÄ™-cho? nie zdoÅ'am tego opisa?- caÅ'Ä… wielko?? owych spraw, kiedy jednak zaczynam mówi?, beÅ'kocÄ™ jak maÅ'e dziecko

Only the fact of my broken limbs prevents me from leaping at your throat.

Je me demande si ma vie ne sera jamais rien de plus: quelque chose où rien ne sera jamais réalisé, sans victoire, sans signification d'aucune sorte

Have you any further questions?" "Bah," grumbled Kalash. "What good are questions, when the answers are all non-sequiturs?" Maloof nodded in agreement. "There is something in what you say.

Whether it was their fault or not, they'd gone mad by force of circumstance, they'd lost their reason because nothing in their lives made sense any more.

In my stories, there were always things happening: in my life, nothing would ever happen.

he didn't get cross. Why, why, why couldn't my mum have found herself a bloke like him? Why did she have to lumber herself with Jason? Miss Lovejoy says there

Growing heated as he talks about the lost opportunity, Balsillie stops and bows his head. Rubbing a clenched fist back and forth across his forehead, as if trying to remove some hidden stain, he ends the conversation. "I must not go back to the life of commerce," he says.

your bosses simply hate you. That's right, they hate you. You created more and more value. They paid you less and less. That's the definition of "disdain" in my book.

Why are you so angry? Corporate America has always sucked.

I don't give a damn if there's any hope for them or not. But I know that I am not about to be bugged by any more white jokers who still can't figure out whether I'm human or not. If they don't know, baby, sad on them, and I hope they drop dead slowly, in great pain.

To smash something is the ghetto's chronic need. Most of the time it is the members of the ghetto who smash each other, and themselves. But as long as the ghetto walls are standing there will always come a moment when these outlets do not work.