Quotes About Frustration

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

"Go to the d—l!" said the disappointed ghost-hunter. An hour—two—rolled on, and still no spectral visitation... and when the turret-clock sounded at length the hour of three, Ingoldsby, whose patience and grog were alike exhausted, sprang from his chair, saying— "This is all infernal nonsense, my good fellow. Deuce of any ghost shall we see to-night..."

Overwhelming and astounding inequality, especially when it has an element of the unattainable, arouses far less envy than minimal inequality, which inevitably causes the envious to think: 'I might have been in his place.' "30

He wanted to say, That's my business, and mind yours. He wanted to ask them if they had a beat they should be walking. He sorely wanted to mouth off, and right then he didn't even mind being outnumbered two to one. But they had thousands at their backs. So he tried to look friendly. Even smiled. Hating himself for it.

Hostile to the past, impatient of the present, and cheated of the future, we were much like those whom men's justice, or hatred, forces to live behind prison bars.

I AWAKENED THAT MORNING to birdsong. It was only the little yellow bird who lives in the locust tree outside our bedroom window, but I could have wrung his neck, for it was not yet six and I had a hangover.

Adults who believe in the Little Adult Assumption are going to rely heavily on words and reasons in trying to change the behavior of young kids. And words and reasons are going to be miserable failures much of the time.

Si tiene un niño que está haciendo algo que no le gusta a Ud., y Ud. se molesta con frecuencia, claro, el niño lo repitirá.

Love as education is one of the great powers of the world, but it hangs in a delicate suspension; it achieves its harmony as seldom as does love by the senses. Frustrated, it creates even greater havoc, for like all love it is a madness.

exasperate the reader as much as he does the sinners he meets on his journey through America selling textbooks. You

If you feel so empty So used up, so let down If you feel so angry So ripped off so stepped on You're not the only one Refusing to back down You're not the only one So get up

She feels a sudden, indiscriminate anger, although she's unsure of its target - the Gods who toy with women like her and Parvati for their own amusement, this cruel city that begets so many poor people that it cannot take care of them, or at her own obtuseness.

We may mistakenly conclude, for example, that the source of our dissatisfaction and frustration is a particular intellectual view or opinion that we hold and that all we have to do to correct the situation is adopt a higher, more respectable philosophical position. But such a superficial approach never strikes at the root of our difficulties.

When Lord Buddha spoke about suffering, he wasn't referring simply to superficial problems like illness and injury, but to the fact that the dissatisfied nature of the mind itself is suffering. No matter how much of something you get, it never satisfies your desire for better or more. This unceasing desire is suffering; its nature is emotional frustration.

There are too many people too angry at a world that isn't the least bit angry at them.

Nooo. Not today, of all days. She'd begged her mom not to invite her boyfriends over. And Lizette always assured her that she'd stop, that their home would be a no-man zone.

All she wanted was to escape this repetitive, redundant hell.

When our anger sits within us and never gets worked through, or when we don't have constructive ways of processing or dealing with it, we may try to get rid of it by projecting it at someone else, or we may try to drown out our frustration, resentment, and pain with alcohol, drugs, food, or compulsive behaviors.

The same taboos against genuine feeling that were in place in his childhood will clamp down around him all over again and he'll become what we might call emotionally illiterate. He won't put words to his feelings, much less talk them over. So the more frustrated his wife becomes, the more he'll withdraw or blow up or freeze. In this vicious circle, a past issue comes to life in the present.

I'm almost thirty and my day job is folding shirts at the Gap. Have you seen my room? I'm not messy. I'm rebelling against folding.

There's nothing more pathetic than dreaming dreams you know can never come true.

I was just sick, beaten, in a city of millions, of suffering by myself. I was twenty-seven going on sixty-five. I should have received Social Security for my misery.

It's about goddamn time! I've been sending you telepathic messages for ten minutes!

It's bad enough when people I know fuck with my life, but when pretentious bass players interfere with my destiny, then I really get pissed.