Quotes About Frustration

Ah! what a nuisance people's people are!

Good heavens! Lane! Why are there no cucumber sandwiches? I ordered them specially. Lane. [Gravely.] There were no cucumbers in the market this morning, sir. I went down twice. Algernon. No cucumbers! Lane. No, sir. Not even for ready money.

Oh, why will parents always appear at the wrong time? Some extraordinary mistake in nature, I suppose.

Je préfère devenir aveugle, être brûlée dans un incendie ou mourir par petits morceaux que d'adresser la parole à ce bouc. Ce que j'ai fait à son Vendredi, je suis prête à le refaire. Ces gens-là ne sont ni des parents, ni des amis, ils sont prêts à lécher le derrière des toubabs pour avoir des médailles, tout le monde le sait. Ne pleure plus, lève-toi, on s'en va. Moi j'ai assez vu leurs figures!

Tunc amo, tunc odi frustra, quod amare necesse est; tunc ego, sed tecum, mortuus esse uelim.

I stifled a sigh and ignored the Imprinted Drunk Vision Girl.

No. Seriously. Speak American and not this ancient and very fucked-up, confusing olden-day Euro crap. Without the confusing woo-woo refrences, explain why the hell you're writing Zoey off.

I closed my eyes, bowed my head and thought, AH, HELL . . .

I've married a friggin horse. And he bites.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.

People suck. They do stupid things and they're not nice. The end.

She's really amazing, Darius said as he gazed lovingly after her. If by amazing you mean a total pain in the butt, then I'll agree with you.

Would you get your butt in here? Shit, you are slow as a fat kid on crutches, Zoey.

When Lynette described everything that had happened, the puzzle pieces fell into place from my last vision. Goddess, I hate figurative language.

Oh,great.It's like we're being bussed in from the fucking projects, Aphrodite and I'm hoping for urban renewal, Aphrodite grumbled.

I just sit at my typewriter and curse a bit.

Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it.

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

The exquisite code of politeness of the Woosters prevented me clipping her one on the ear-hole, but I would have given a shilling to be able to do it. There seemed to me something deliberately fat-headed in the way she persisted in missing the gist.

More and more, it was beginning to be borne in upon me what a particularly difficult chap Gussie was to help. He seemed to so marked an extent to lack snap and finish. With infinite toil, you manoeuvred him into a position where all he had to do was charge ahead, and he didn't charge ahead, but went off sideways, missing the objective completely.

I don't know why it is, but I've never been able to bear with fortitude anything in the shape of a kid with golden curls. Confronted with one, I feel the urge to step on him or drop things on him from a height.

However devoutly a girl may worship the man of her choice, there always comes a time when she feels an irresistible urge to haul off and let him have it in the neck.

It was all Mrs. Waddington could do to refrain from hurling a bust of Edgar Allan Poe at her head.

She was a kind-hearted girl, and it irked her to have to be continually acting as a black frost in Freddie's garden of dreams.