Quotes About Frustration

Waiting, he thought, was the most miserable condition a man could find himself in. His whole life, he had been waiting for one thing or another.

I believe in every possible manifestation of spiritual strangeness. I believe in all possible escapes. The only thing I cannot endure is reality, whatever it may be. I believe that the writer is defined by the constant necessity of creating a world, to depart from this world. Literature is more concerned with misery than with happiness. Writing is directly related to frustration. It is a reflection of personal desperation. The writer is profoundly disgusted with his reality.

I had done enough traveling to know that half of travel was delay or nuisance

The teachers," said one bus driver. "It's always the teachers," the other one said. I sighed, grumbled, kicked at roadside gravel, and slapped my head.

I had slipped into Mexico in a matter of minutes; returning, it took more than two hours in a line of uncomplaining Mexicans

You can work hard here and still earn very little.

If you are thoroughly sick of being kept waiting at home or at work, travel is perfect: let other people wait for a change. Travel is a sort of revenge for having been put on hold, having to leave messages on answering machines, not knowing your party's extension, being kept waiting all your working life—the homebound writer's irritants. Being kept waiting is the human condition.

She was doing it because she had nothing to lose, because her life was one of constant, day to day frustration.

We must never stop dreaming. Dreams provide nourishment for the soul, just as a meal does for the body. Many times in our lives we see our dreams shattered and our desires frustrated, but we have to continue dreaming. If we don't, our soul dies, and agape cannot reach it.

One way or another, I have wound up destroying what I've loved. I've seen my dreams fall apart just when I seemed to achieve them. I always thought that was just the way life was. My life and everybody else's.

I open the curtains in my office and see people out there, some walking and holding hands without having to worry about the consequences. And I can't show my love

We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.

Up until then, travel and the idea of going far away had just been a dream, and dreaming is very pleasant as long as you are not forced to put your dreams into practice. That way, we avoid all the risks, frustrations and difficulties, and when we are old, we can always blame other people--preferably our parents, our spouses or our children--for our failure to realize our dreams.

When we're with other people and they say nothing, the situation becomes irritating.

Because I know the things I should be able to accomplish, and I don't want to do so.

But the boy only muttered bitterly, You do not understand—you are too old—you understand nothing.

You ought to hate him, Yuan! Have you not heard what white men have done to our country, and how they hold us hard as any prisoners with their cruel, unjust treaties?

No me digas nada porque está todo claro. ¿Te fijas cariño que a mí también me falló el atentando.

Siempre fue así, suspiró rendida, pan para hoy y hambre para mañana, tan pronto creía tener algo y la vida se lo quitaba de un arañazo.

housework is bullshit

An insult angers me. Being ignored crushes me.

If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class.

You may very well have good reasons for resentment, frustration and anger. But that doesn't mean those negative responses are good for you, or that you must choose them.

Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.