Quotes About Frustration

reality. Death would have been preferable. She slid the glass back into the indentation it had made on her Pottery Barn catalog.

The next forty-eight hours passed tediously and painfully, like a jagged kidney stone.

Travers shot Jade a look of annoyance when he began to chew on an ice cube. He, of course, didn't notice.

There was something about such reflex stupidity that never failed to irritate him.

This is why we can't have nice things: bears chase the bulls while China shops. Ah, unbearable lightness of bling! Everyone waits for one-eyed kings. The sharpest corners wait for shins. This is why we can't have nice things.

I hate the calendar, which is both a circle and a straight line, a wheel and an arrow, grinding each anniversary, each day a reminder of my failures, my lost plans, unfulfilled objectives and wishes, the days aren't taken off the calendar, subtracted one by one, but added, another small stone accumulated, another foot moved ahead, the arrow flying forward instead of falling back to earth, when all I want is a complete stop.

Someone was going to want to say, I'm fucked.

I had dreams, but I didn't have the sense that they would necessarily work out. They seemed very far-fetched.

Bel Air, I am convinced, was laid out by some diabolic sadist who deliberately decided not to use a compass or a surveyor.

Anger and Violence are the last refuge of the incompetent.

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I bump against the railings and begin to go down the stairs cursing them: one foot in the void/ another foot into the abyss/ another one into nowhere. When'll they turn on the lights in this fucking house?

When the power of Jesus fails you, then you know you truly are shit out of luck.

I say making movies is like eating a sandwich of shit. Sometimes you get more bread, sometimes less bread, but you always get shit." (Guardian interview 2006)

Fury comes easily to the white worker. He is ready for battle. But he does not quite know against whom to declare war.

Human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we bang out tunes that make bears dance, when what we want is to move the stars to pity.

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.

The acquisition of knowledge for which no use can be found is a sure method of driving a man to revolt.

Many a man wishes he were strong enough to tear a telephone book in half-especially if he has a teenage daughter.

Everybody he knew these days seemed to be making much more money with far less work than he had to get through before he saw a cheque. His inability to earn at an adequate rate had now been compounded by his loss of much of the family's capital in a card game. He wanted to work--highly paid, richly rewarded work. But most of all he wanted his £7,000 back.

Language. The process of sharing with words seemed such a futile exercise sometimes.

I want to kill someone," Tai said. A pause to consider this. "I am familiar with the desire. It is sometimes effective. Not invariably.

the religious course left you with arrogant superiors and surrounded by frustrated women. The struggles for trivial advantage in a closed-off, overwrought retreat could create hatreds and rage fiercer than on a battlefield, and they festered like untreated wounds.