Quotes About Frustration

I'm so angry it feels my blood's on fire. If I didn't bank it with calm, I might burn the place to the ground.

six, and by then, according to the doctor, she'd be covered with the itchy rash that was now confined to her belly and chest. It was going around, the pediatrician had said. It would run its course. Easy for him to say, Spence thought. It wasn't his daughter whose eyes were teary. It wasn't his baby with a hundred-and-one-degree

Women make a man want to shoot himself in the head and be done with it.

That's the way some people do business. I don't. It was the tone that made Ty stop. He supposed somehow over the past months they'd become friends. Almost family. Near enough that he understood the guilt, and the frustration. Nobody's saying that, David. Nobody thinks that.

She had lessons on politics, and found them annoying, as people talked too much, did too little.

What am I supposed to do? Beat her to death with my tripod?

Well, until man is redeemed he will always take a fly rod too far back, just as natural man always overswings with an ax or golf club and loses all his power somewhere in the air; only with a rod it's worse, because the fly often comes so far back it gets caught behind in a bush or rock.

Teaching history to eighth graders is like being a tour guide for people who hate their vacation.

Like so many modern people, my relationship with technology makes no sense whatsoever: It's the most important aspect of my that I hate.

Such language, Babette says. Why don't you just take a dump in my ears!

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

Nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good fucking life.

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have.

We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.

This is passive-aggression in action.

No, I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.

Imagine how you'd feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn't stand.

I was tired and crazy and rushed, and every time I boarded a plane, I wanted the plane to crash. I envied people dying of cancer. I hated my life. I was tired and bored with my job and my furniture, and I couldn't see any way to change things. Only end them.

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War, No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

If there's any trick to doing a job you hate . . . Mrs. Clark says it's to find a job you hate even more.

Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master, and nobody had noticed. Still, i'm doing the little FAX thing. I write little HAIKU things and FAX them around to everyone. When i pass people in the hall at work, I get toally ZEN right in everyone's hostile little FACE.

I am trash and shit and crazy to you and this whole fucking world. You don't care where I live or how I feel, or what I eat or how I feed my kids or how I pay the doctor if I get sick, and yes I am stupid ad bored and weak, but I am still your responsibility.