Quotes About Frustration

She was angry with him, turning everything into words. Violets were Juno's eyelids, and windflowers were on ravished brides. How she hated words, always coming between her and life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the life-sap out of living things.

Only to my experience the mass of women are like this: most of them want a man, but don't want the sex, but they put up with it, as part of the bargain.

He could not leave her, because in one way she did hold the best of him. He could not stay with her because she did not take the rest of him, which was three-quarters. So he chafed himself into rawness over her.

Hope had become almost a curse to her. She wished there need be no such thing. Ha, the torment of hoping, and the insult to one's soul.

At least I thought it was a wall. It sure felt like one. It was hard. It was flat. It stretched out on either side of me. You know... wall.

Our fatigue is often caused not by work, but by worry, frustration and resentment.

School is disappointing. If science is exciting and art is exhilarating, the schools and universities have achieved the not inconsiderable feat of rendering both dull. As every scientist and poet knows, one discovers both vocations in spite of, not because of school. It takes years to recover from the stupor of being taught Shakespeare in English Lit and Wheatstone's bridge in Physics.

this miserable trick the romantic plays upon himself: of setting just beyond his reach the very thing he prizes.

Fuck you, I said. Uh-oh. There's that angry word.

I kept changing the station, over and over around the dial, but all I got were those two channels, or snow. I had spent half my life watching TV. I thought again about the paperweight. I'd had it less than a week when I shook too hard and accidentally sent it flying across my bedroom where it hit the floor and cracked. Leaked, became useless. At the time, it was my biggest tragedy—breaking that paperweight.

I didn't like having Grandma there. She slept on a cot in my room and boiled all our suppers. It was unsanitary, she said, the way Daddy drank right out of the water bottle and then put it back in the Frigidaire.

I used to work at the unemployment office. I hated it, because when they fired me, I had to show up to work anyway.

Love! I detest the very sound of the word. What has it ever meant to me, I should like to know, in this—this cage? Scarcely a streak of gilding on the bars

I'm not out here looking for no garbage cans to curl up in. I'm looking for the same good dreams everybody else is hoping for, but I don't see where they are. Or maybe I see where they are, but I don't see how to get there.

What some people wanted was sometimes too hard to get, and the stress of trying was sometimes too hard to deal with... Maybe doing well in life was just too hard for some people.

He was not able to achieve inner calm. Kottke remembers him getting into a furious shouting match with a Hindu woman in a village marketplace who, Jobs alleged, had

As he approached his thirtieth birthday, Leonardo had established his genius but had remarkably little to show for it publicly. His only known artistic accomplishments were some brilliant but peripheral contributions to two Verrocchio paintings, a couple of devotional Madonnas that were hard to distinguish from others being produced in the workshop, a portrait of a young woman that he had not delivered, and two unfinished would-be masterpieces.

But what truly devastated Jobs was that he was not, after all, chosen as the Man of the Year.

He was working himself up into a fervor of delight while I was shrinking into a rage and thinking, How could you

Okay, tell me what's wrong with this place," he said. There were some murmurings, but Jobs cut them off. "It's the products!" he answered. "So what's wrong with the products?" Again there were a few attempts at an answer, until Jobs broke in to hand down the correct answer. "The products suck!" he shouted. "There's no sex in them anymore!

When our tools don't work, we tend to blame ourselves, for being too stupid or not reading the manual or having too-fat fingers... When our tools are broken, we feel broken. And when somebody fixes one, we feel a tiny bit more whole.

Twiggy being made. More than half were rejected. Jobs erupted. With his face flushed, he began shouting and sputtering about firing everyone who worked there. Bob Belleville, the head of the Mac engineering team, gently

No, no, no, no, no. Not at all. People take jobs they don't want, stay in marriages they hate, pay taxes for things they don't wanna do, and live among people they don't like. They love their enemies and hate their friends, break their promises and forget about bein' happy altogether.

It's a disheartening feeling when you can't stand the touch of someone but neither can you push them away.