Quotes About Frustration

How am I going to last even a month without stabbing my claws through his superior eyeballs?

By all the shining moons, your brain is driving me crazy. Here, you keep this, use it on me whenever you want, and STOP WORRYING SO MUCH.

Winter stood up and went over to join them. He glanced over at his brother as he did and saw him standing under a tree with round orange fruit, banging his head on the trunk. Winter sighed.

Dose MY CASHOOOS," Bumblebee announced grumpily. "Snudoo in BIG TRUBUBBLE.

What's wrong with you?" Kinkajou blurted. "You look terrible." "Could be worse," Icicle snarled. "I could look like you.

Six-Claws suspected that if she ever killed her mother, it wouldn't be for power or a throne; it would be for a pair of diamond earrings. And she wouldn't do it with her claws or her fire — she'd do it by annoying the queen to death.

She wrestled with the tape as if it had deeply insulted her ancestors,

Wanting no other man save the one she could not get, any other man, the nearest at hand, served her purpose.

Nowhere does this tendency toward artificial harmony show itself more than in mission-driven nonprofit organizations, most notably churches. People who work in those organizations tend to have a misguided idea that they cannot be frustrated or disagreeable with one another. What they're doing is confusing being nice with being kind.

decisions never seemed to get made; discussion were slow and uninteresting, with few real exchanges; and everyone seemed to be desperately waiting for each meeting to end.

commitment is not consensus. Waiting for everyone on a team to agree intellectually on a decision is a good recipe for mediocrity, delay, and frustration, which is why it amazes me that so many of the teams I work with still seem determined to achieve consensus.

Avoiding the issues that merit debate and disagreement not only makes the meeting boring, it guarantees that the issues won't be resolved. And this is a recipe for frustration. Ironically, that frustration often manifests itself later in the form of unproductive personal conflict, or politics.

There is a systematic flocci-nauci-nihili-pilification of all other aspects of existence that angers me.

What's wrong with (Captain) Jack Aubrey? Everything, since he has a command and I have not.

One of the miseries of medical life is that on the one hand you know what shocking things can happen to the human body and on the other you know how very little we can really do about most of them.

Killick,' he cried, folding and sealing it. 'That's for the post. Is the Doctor ready?' 'Ready and waiting these fourteen minutes,' said Stephen in a loud, sour voice. 'What a wretched tedious slow hand you are with a pen, upon my soul. Scratch-scratch, gasp-gasp. You might have written the Iliad in half the time, and a commentary upon it, too.

For a moment Jack felt the strongest inclination to snatch up his little gilt chair and beat the white-faced man down with it; but he gave way with a tolerable show of civility

It must be a weary life, being in a permanent state of rage or at least at half-cock.

these weeks and months of precious seniority slipping away – already Douglas of the Phoebe, Evans on the West Indies station, and a man he did not know called Raitt had been made; they were in the last Gazette and now they were ahead of him on the immutable list of post-captains; he would be junior to them for ever.

One of the miseries of medical life is that on the one hand you know what shocking things can happen to the human body and on the other you know how very little we can really do about most of them. You are therefore denied the comfort of faith.

Rumpty! he muttered, which was very rude if you were one of the few people in the universe who understood what it meant.

Because for all of his big frame, loud voice and quick smile, Lou Gehrig was one of those strange souls born to be frustrated, to have glory and happiness always within his reach, yes, even to have it in his grasp, only to have it snatched away from him.

I hit every red light for fifty blocks heading east toward Coconut Grove. They're timed that way by our traffic planners, who might be getting kickbacks from the oil and tire companies.

I heard them complain sometimes, but it was the ineffectual bitching of people who didn't expect anything about their situation to ever change, and who wouldn't know what to do with themselves if it did.