Quotes About Frustration

How men hate waiting while their wives shop for clothes and trinkets; how women hate waiting, often for much of their lives, while their husbands shop for fame and glory.

The man in the coon skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, you've only got ten.

Many men on the point of an edifying death would be furious if they were suddenly restored to health.

I'm an audience member too, man. I hate shitty sequels.

Desperate men do desperate things when you take hope away. And that's where the Palestinians are today.

Men. <...> They're idiots. It's like they all take a vow of stupidity or something.

Men hate to be misunderstood, and to be understood makes them furious.

What do you want?" Sophronia was moved to exasperation. "Me? Stockings and breeches to come back in fashion. I do miss seeing a man's calves.

Human longings are perversely obstinate; and to the man whose mouth is watering for a peach, it is of no use to offer the largest vegetable marrow.

Man, sometimes God really sucks.

Writing this book I am like a man playing the piano with lead balls attached to his knuckles.

I can get on with wild beasts first-rate; but men rile me awfully.

Here we are, a man and a woman, both wanting the same things, and yet, you aren't attracted to me.

I know. I seriously need to just give up men entirely. I wonder if Episcopalians can enter convents?

Here was a man with loads of talent, loads of ability, lots of love to give; but that had been stifled and aborted. I became very fond of that character.

It took man thousands of years to put words down on paper, and his lawyers still wish he wouldn't.

I was just trying to get his attention!" the man protested at the top of his lungs. "If he'da listened, I wouldn'ta had to bash him.

He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.

For a moment Jack felt the strongest inclination to snatch up his little gilt chair and beat the white-faced man down with it.

Man cannot bear his own portrait. The image of his limits and his own determinacy exasperates him, drives him mad.

The mass of men live lives of quiet exasperation.

I am half a man, holy Jesus, what a drag.

It is impossible to communicate with Schumann. The man is hopeless; he doesn't talk at all.

Men are sensitive in strange ways. If a man has built a fire and the last log does not burn, he will take it personally.