Quotes About Frustration

If you have a job without any aggravations, you don't have a job.

To kill time, a committee meeting is the perfect weapon.

This meeting could have been an e-mail.

And my experience with public libraries is that the first volume of the book I inquire for is out, unless I happen to want the second, when that is out.

No living thing is indestructible, except the mosquito that you try to swat in your bedroom at 3 o'clock in the morning.

In the nineteenth century, among other things, they didn't have telephones. You can become the victim of telephones. That's why I hate talking on the phone. Sometimes I put it in the refrigerator.

Unfortunately at this point I was interrupted by that dubiously time-saving device the telephone.

How come wrong numbers are never busy?

I suppose every old scholar has had the experience of reading something in a book which was significant to him, but which he could never find again. Sure he is that he read it there; but no one else ever read it, nor can he find it again, though he buy the book, & ransack every page.

Most people are in a factory from nine till five. Their job may be to turn out 263 little circles. At the end of the week they're three short and somebody has a go at them. On Saturday afternoons they deserve something to go and shout about.

Sometimes I feel like I'm going nowhere, in opposite directions.

The tragedy is, when you've got sex in your head, instead of down where it belongs, and when you have to go on copulating with your ears and your nose.

I've been shopping all my life and still have nothing to wear.

A Christmas shopper's complaint is one of long-standing.

For certain people after 50, litigation takes the place of sex.

For certain people after fifty, litigation takes the place of sex.

resentfully.

O pirralho não se mexeu, e fabiano desejou matá-lo.

Someone in the women's cell was crying and cursing the fleas. Some whore probably, the kind that would take on anybody. She was no good either. Fabiano wanted to yell to the whole town, to the judge, the chief of police, the priest, and the tax collector, that nobody in there was worth a damn. He, the men squatting around the fire, the drunk, the woman with the fleas —they were all completely worthless, fit only to be hanged.

Failure too is a form of death.

somewhere under the rage, there's something human. barely.

Just a pot noodle. Oh - and I found a tin of dog food on the tool shelf.' Misery hissed through Lister's gritted teeth. 'Well,' he said finally. 'Pretty obvious what gets eaten last. I can't stand pot noodles.

I'm tired of seeing great women in bullshit relationships.

You shoulda married someone, a whole lot more like you-- drink coffee in the little cafes, and you could go out shopping too. I shoulda married someone, who likes to camp and fish, and make love for two days straight, And you say, "don't you wish". You drive me crazy, with all the things you do and do not do. Umm, I love you so much, I'm gonna drive you crazy too.