Quotes About Frustration

Blast the man! How dare he pack his bags and ride away after all the work she'd done! Worse, how dare he do it while looking so damned appealing?

The other animals. When she didn't reply, he sighed, frustration on his face. They have - what you say - hop, hop. And they have the- He put his hand behind his head and made a 'V' then wiggled his fingers. Ah! You mean hares.

Sophia stood staring blankly up the stairs for an entire minute before it dawned on her that he'd used the kiss to befuddle her. Blast it all! She fumed to herself as she walked to the front window and stationed herself there. Time went by. The clock ticked. A bee buzzed against the windowpane. Dust settled. After thirty minutes had passed, Sophia had had enough. She gave the empty lane one last glance, then went upstairs.

Instantly, Lucinda fell to the floor in a swoon - Bronwyn groaned. Not again !

Marriage seemed like such a small space whenever I was in it. I liked the getting married. Courtship has a plotline. But there's no plot to being married. Just the same things over and over again. Same fights, same friends, same things you do on a Saturday. The repetition would start to get to me.

No one would have liked that. Maybe I liked it even less. Here we go again, I said to myself. I said this so distinctly in my head that I heard it as well as said it. As if I was quite used to finding someone with no sense of boundaries in my space, fiddling with my things and breaking most of them. Here we go again

At five of five, I called the airline number—800-FUCK-YOU—and was told I had to speak directly to lost luggage at the Sacramento Airport. No one answered in Sacramento, though my call was important to them.

Hope was evil. It seduced you, then it dropped you on your ass so hard and so fast that you were worse off than when you started.

Politics were the ultimate frustration.

In a rare moment of candor, he had once told her that being in a library was like sitting down at a table laid with all his favorite foods but not being able to eat any of them. And he hated himself for it.

Will had found out the hard way that it's nearly impossible to go to sleep with a flatulent Chihuahua sharing your pillow.

He was playing chess and she was sucking at checkers.

Are you not answering because you don't want me to know or are you not answering because you want to annoy me? That is a complicated question with an equally complicated answer.

At this rate, the only way she was going to get laid was to crawl up a chicken's ass and wait.

I can't believe that another woman is doing this to you, Cathy said. it's disgusting. This is why women will never get ahead: other women are constantly cutting them off at the knees.

The fingerprinting was nothing like on TV. Instead of ink, Claire had to press her fingers onto a filthy glass plate so the swirls could be digitized into a computer. Her swirls, apparently, were very faint. It took several tries.

Ipak, nije mogla a da se ne zapita zašto muškarac kojeg želi nije slobodan, a onoga koji to jest ne želi. I tako se nastavila njezina misija da si život pretvori u televizijsku sapunicu.

I had experienced a TIA, which of course further infuriated your mother (she has always been hostile to abbreviation).

Toddlers are like the worst inmates. When they're not lying to your face and tearing up your shit, they're napping, pooping, or trying to think of different ways to fuck with you.

Which was a damn good thing, because if another human being treated you the way a toddler did—threw food in your face, questioned your every move, unraveled all of the aluminum foil off the roll, yelled at the silverware, made you clean shit off their ass, peed in your bed, peed in your car, peed on you while you were cleaning up their pee, demanded that you repeat everything at least sixteen times and then screeched at you for talking too much—then you would probably kill them.

looked like a deformed monkey holding either a baseball bat or an erect penis in his three-fingered hand. Lena sighed, wondering what the fuck she was doing here. Maybe she should just go to the station tomorrow and talk to Jeffrey. There had to be a way to convince him that she was not involved in this case. She should just go home right now, pour herself a drink, and try to get some sleep, so that when the

Yes." Claire was tired of his questions, which were made even more grating by his flat, midwestern accent.

closer she got to forty, the more annoyed she was by people in their twenties.

Her only question then had been, Why am I not enough? Now her only question was Why are you such a needy bastard? "I just needed a break," he told her, another old standard.