Quotes About Frustration

Have you had a chance to talk with your colleagues? Talk? We don't talk. They dictate. I tell them to fuck off.

Let's be clear on this, he growled. You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you. Standing up, lying down, taking you from behind. All of it. Right now. Not being able to do any of that is killing me. Literally. But strangely enough, I like just being with you. Touching you however I can, whenever I can. So no. The virginity thing is not what will keep us apart. ~Wraith

Wraith rolled his eyes. If there was anything he hated more than cryptic shit, it was fate shit.

What is up with you?" she snapped. "I have been flirting my ass off, and you act like I'm trying to sell you stewed maggots." "Hey," he said with a wave of his hand. "Don't knock stewed maggots. With enough spices and tomatoes––

I didn't know why something that started off feeling so good had to wind up feeling so bad. Love was a big word and it covered a lot of territory. You could spend your whole life chasing after it and wind up with nothing, be an old bitter guy with long nose hair and ear hair and no teeth, hanging out in bars, looking for somebody your age, but the chances of success went down then. After a while you got too many strikes against you.

Couldn't get no closer and couldn't get no further away.

I still think of that guy I was without a wife or kids, and I still want to entertain that guy. The lonely guy, the frustrated guy, the guy with no money - this is the guy who needs to laugh.

Dennis had imagined that he and Beth would be one of those couples who never quarreled, that when they weren't kissing they would be laughing or lying in each other's arms, serenely, deliriously happy. He could never have imagined that she would make him so crazy angry he would scream at her in front of their friends. But in that instant, he learned a little about love.

the True End of not only therapy but Maturity is to learn to live with the inescapable fact that 97% of all human beings are getting fucked and 97% of all faggots are, too.

Who are these people, I don't want to be like these people, I don't want to be like anybody in Mt. Rainier, Maryland, ever, ever, ever. Imagine complaining about the price of food and getting up at 6:30 every morning to go to work.

You can't give me what I want. And I'm still fucking hooked on you. Why can't I let go? Why am I still holding on to somebody who can't give me what I want?

That's the thing about people who think they hate computers. What they really hate is lousy programmers.

If you allow your frustration to turn into disgust and disdain for people you've left behind, you'll end up on a dangerous detour. Instead of becoming more like Jesus, you'll become more like his archenemies, the Pharisees of old, looking down on others, confident in your own righteousness.

The world, and therefore the workplace, is full of idiots. And the reality of life is that when you get rid of one idiot, another will show up to take his place. It's the curse of humanity.

It's tough. We don't have a character-driven show so I think the fans get really frustrated because they don't get to see any consistency in terms of what's happening romantically. We kind of just have to take it with a grain of salt. It shows up where it shows up.

He really got his toes out of joint, didn't he?

That's why he's madder than a wet pen.

Getting respect from one's own family was like trying to draw blood from a stone.

Because as good a cop as he was, as good a man as he was, he could be infuriating. And controlling. And arrogant.

Louie killed time by sleeping on Mitchell's navigator table and taking flying lessons from Phil. On some flights, he sprawled behind the cockpit, reading Ellery Queen novels and taxing the nerves of Douglas, who eventually got so annoyed at having to step over Louie's long legs that he attacked him with a fire extinguisher.

If my response seems slow when asked a question, I always explain: 'It is because I have numerous files and subfiles to sort through in order to retrieve the info . . . please stand by. Help . . . my computer needs more memory!

A man holding a woman made of bad moods in his arms.

My eyes closed, hands open, Take it, take it . Then, every day wasted chasing it.

Nothing causes more pain, frustration, and disappointment than unfulfilled expectations." "That may be so, but