Quotes About Frustration

I am at the moment deaf in the ears, hoarse in the throat, red in the nose, green in the gills, damp in the eyes, twitchy in the joints and fractious in temper from a most intolerable and oppressive cold.

Skewered through and through with office pens, and bound hand and foot with red tape.

My life is one demd horrid grind.

Oh, but reasoning is so much worse than scolding!... I didn't marry to be reasoned with. If you meant to reason with such a poor little thing as I am, you ought to have told me so, you cruel boy!

John Jarndyce] rubbed his head so constantly that not a single hair upon it ever rested in its right place

Ten minutes, good, past eleven." "My blood!" ejaculated the vexed coachman, "and not atop of Shooter's yet! Tst! Yah! Get on with you!" The emphatic horse, cut short by the whip in a most decided negative, made a decided scramble for it, and the three other horses followed

He takes out his anger by having his carriage speed through the streets, scattering the commoners in the way.

chafed the hands that held his arm. "There, there, there! See

May the Devil carry away these idiots!

Jarndyce mot Jarndyce maler videre. Dette fugleskremselet av en rettssak er med tiden blitt så innfløkt at det ikke er en levende sjel som vet hva den går ut på.

Maldito seas! A fe que merece simpatía el hombre que me demuestra lo que yo podría haber sido y no soy.

but everything in our intercourse did give me pain. Whatever her tone with me happened to be, I could put no trust in it, and build no hope on it; and yet I went on against trust and against hope. Why repeat it a thousand times? So it always was.

As to forming any plan for the future, I could as soon have formed an elephant.

Ama ne yaz?k ki elimden gelenler içimden gelenlerin gerisinde kal?rd?.

She has worn herself away by constant sharpening. She is all edge.

I shall never be better than I am. I shall sink lower, and be worse…I am like one who died young. All my life might have been.

What the Devil, I say again!" exclaimed the gaoler,

He comes here at the peril of his life, for the realization of his fixed idea. In the moment of realization, after all his toil and waiting, you cut the ground from under his feet, destroy his idea, and make his gains worthless to him. Do you see nothing that he might do, under the disappointment?

Sometimes, we strike into the skirting mud, to avoid the stones that clatter us and shake us; sometimes, we stick in ruts and sloughs there. The agony of our impatience is then so great, that in our wild alarm and hurry we are for getting out and running—hiding—doing anything but stopping.

It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture ourselves what flowers they might have borne, if they had flourished.

He couldn't finish the name. The final letter swelled in his throat, to the size of the whole alphabet.

Life can get fucked up fast when you try to be a pleaser. Because people won't ever be pleased, not even if you drop them ass-first into paradise. They like bitching too much.

First world problems: When the hot fudge on your sundae turns cold.

There is nobody so irritating as somebody with less intelligence and more sense than we have.