Quotes About Frustration

I hate a Barnacle as no man ever did before, not even a Sailor in a slow-sailing ship.

For most men, life is a search for the proper Manila envelope in which to get themselves filed.

Middle-class people are becoming desperate. It can cause a moral man to break bad.

All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.

I'm just generally hugely frustrated, I'm a very, very frustrated man. I'm just a ball of pent-up frustration.

When things haven't gone well for you, call in a secretary or a staff man and chew him out. You will sleep better and they will appreciate the attention.

A lot of the women I know, that's what they're complaining about either the man in their life or the lack of a man in their life.

I am not a wealthy woman. I wish to hell I was, but I never had a wealthy man.

When man meets an obstacle he can't destroy, he destroys himself.

A man may forgive many wrongs, but he cannot easily forgive anyone who makes it plain that his conversation is tedious.

I am tired of a life of contention, and of being the personal object for the hatred of every man, who hates the present state of things.

Men of my age live in a state of continual desperation.

Bloody men are like bloody buses - you wait for about a year and as soon as one approaches your stop two or three others appear.

Look what I'm dealing with, man, I'm dealing with fools and trolls.

Men are like parking spaces: all the good ones are taken, and the available ones are handicapped.

Ordinary men commonly condemn what is beyond them.

Of what use were wings to a man fast bound in chains of iron?

Men don't understand how their mannerisms can get on women's nerves so that you feel you just have to snap.

Man steps on an ant when he can't catch the fly.

Drivers in a traffic jam, frustrated by each others presence, are not the most amiable of men.

Every man is in some sort a failure to himself. No one ever reaches the heights to which he aspires.

Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.

Perhaps the two of us simply got off on the wrong foot, my lord. You seem to have received the mistaken impression that I came to Fairchild Park to make your life more difficult." "The words 'a living hell' have come to mind more than once since your arrival." She blew out a gusty sigh. "Contrary to what you may believe, I took this position so I could bring more ease to your life." "Just when were you planning to start?

Before we can provide corrective emotional experiences for each other, we must learn how to tend to our own immature parts, to our own reactivity, to our avoidance, our long-suffering frustration. We must master the art of relational mindfulness and retake the reins.