Quotes About Frustration

Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breasts that I would try to touch her between her legs, a gesture that had a sort of self-parodying wit about it: it was like trying to borrow a fiver, getting turned down, and asking to borrow fifty quid instead. These

Annie, meanwhile, was still trying to twist her mouth into a polite smile. It would take her five minutes to complete the smile, and probably another twenty-four hours to produce an accompanying snappy verbal response.

She was trying to say something else; she was trying to say that the inability to articulate what one feels in any satisfactory was is one of our enduring tragedies. It wouldn't have been much, and it wouldn't have been useful, but it would have been something that reflected the gravity and the sadness inside her. Instead, she snapped at him for being a loser. It was as if she were trying to find a handhold on the boulder of her feelings, and had merely ended up with grit under her nails.

I should have said any of those things. I should have used at least one obscenity. I should certainly have threatened him with violence.

He'd told her it was just a scratch and got cross when she hadn't offered morphine.

The artistic temperament is particularly unhelpful if it is just that, with no end product. (I

Laura didn't run off with Ray because I bought her CDs she wasn't that keen on, and to pretend otherwise is just .. just... Psychowank. If she thinks that, then she's missing the Brazilian rain forest for the twigs. If I can't buy specially priced compilation albums for new girlfriends, then I might as well give up, because I'm not sure that I know how to do anything else.

Once again, Marcus was left with the feeling that Ellie didn't have to do what she had just done, and that she had brought the trouble she was in upon herself. He was tired of it. It wasn't real, and there was enough real trouble in the world without having to invent things.

What it was really about was people not having sex when they wanted it. A lot of British comedy was about that, Barbara had noticed.

Did you ever have a dream? he asked. Something you wanted so badly and just when you think you're about to reach out and grabit, something else takes it away?

Don't you see?" I said. "He could change every detail, but he couldn't change her." "But why?" His obtuseness frustrated me. "Because he was in love with her!" I said. "Because, to him, she was the only thing that was real.

That little pipsqueak! ... I'd like to pick him up by the scruff of his neck and thump him on the ground like a young octopus!

run off—and how will you ever get control of them again! They come to life, join, separate, ignore your commands, arrange themselves as they like on the paper—black, with tails and horns. You scream at them and implore them in vain: they do as they please. Prancing, pairing up shamelessly before you, they deceitfully expose what you did not wish to reveal

This distance between my dreams and my capabilities makes me so furious that I want to die–to die from spite and also from grief.

I came to expect despair every time I set foot in my own country, and I was never disappointed.

WHAT? YOU AGAIN?' he shouted in capital letters.

I have no desire to be dominated. Honestly I don't. And yet I find myself becoming angry when I'm not.

What happens to me when I'm provoked is that I get tongue-tied and my mind goes blank. Then I spend all night tossing and turning trying to figure out what I should have said

Men … I hate them. I've always hated them. You wonder why I always hang around with women and never with men, it's because men do things like this.

But the main problem with our marriages was not that our husbands wouldn't share the housework but that we were unbelievably irritable young women and our husbands irritated us unbelievably. - The D Word

Men, he said as he left. I hate them. I've always hated them. You wonder why I always hang around with women and never with men, it's because men do things like this. He waved his hand vaguely at me and my stomach and jogged off into the night.

When you want them to die, they never do.

Por cada ejecutivo que cometía un error, una subrayadora a la que echar la culpa. Pero estábamos muy a principios de los sesenta, demasiado pronto para que yo me fijara en esas cosas y, además, empezaba a ver que probablemente nunca ascendería a redactora en Newsweek.

For months I'd been doing nothing but boiling eggs and teaching my child to differentiate between the cat in the hat and the fox in socks and Jonathan Rice, the undersecretary of state was actually angry at me! It's stuff like this that got us into Cambodia.