Quotes About Frustration

Is this your stuff? Is this your TV? Did you drop your goddamn TV on my brand new car?

Do I look like I could have thrown a goddamn piano out a window?" She waved her hand. "Does he?

They waited nearly two hours, but it was becoming increasingly clear that, for whatever reason, he wasn't going to show.

Why didn't he show up?

Throwing the leg of lamb out the window may have been Aunt Carol's outward expression of the process going on within her soul: the reclaiming of herself. Perhaps it was her way of saying how tired she was of waiting on her family, of signaling to them that she was past the cook/chauffeur/dishwasher stage of life. For many women, if not most, part of this reclamation process includes getting in touch with anger and, perhaps, blowing up at loved ones for the first time.

It's as if she assumes everything will go right, and when it doesn't - which, of course, is pretty often - she is surprised and affronted.

That act alone made my blood boil. I wasn't sure how long I could sit through this meal without ravishing more than just the food.

For I am bound with fleshly bands, Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope; I strain my heart, I stretch my hands, And catch at hope.

He wanted to be angry, his mission was was to be angry, and he had nothing to be angry about; the world would not let him rave, this was the great injustice he suffered from.

Why doesn't he drop down dead? Was he sent by God to worry women?

Henny "was one of those women who secretly symphathize with all women against all men; life was a rotten deal, with men holding all the aces.

She soon reached a point when she could not sit at the table with him and listen to his misbegotten notions and morality with its mistaken examples.

when he was away she could stand him, and the farther he was away the more she could stand him!

God, what we women have to put up with; and I'm not even allowed to complain.

Am I to spend the next twenty years in the high-minded company of a smug Philistine who doesn't so much as make me a decent husband?

Dating is like driving on the freeway; I can never get to where I'm supposed to be. I know I should be at the corner of "Engaged to Be Married," but instead I'm stuck in the "Valley of Haven't Had an Orgasm for Three Months."

We spent the night smiling politely at each other through this glass barrier that felt like it had sprung up right behind my eyes. Like I was trapped inside myself, and the me who danced awkwardly with her on the floor was this stand-in, making dumb jokes while I beat against the glass wall, beat against it with my fists and then my head...

Misdirected focus on paperwork, on procedures, and on bureaucracy frustrates teachers and fails to give children the education they need.

A career in the arts can make anyone crazy.

McGregor had another look at each of the boats, as though he might have failed to notice the first time that one of them was actually fine. They remained consistently jiggered. Short of sticking one of the outboards up his arse, lying on his back and opening his legs, it looked like he was here for the duration.

You don't get angry at the successful geniuses, you get angry at the successful mediocrities, and at the people who can't tell the fucking difference.

Sexual desire is only the frustrated desire to eat human flesh.

Mother, I make it known publicly: I'm tired of my little brother. Will you please Give him to some charity?

Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one had no time to write down.