Quotes About Frustration

rant to Yasmin as I thump out the text message to my boyfriend Stuart.

send the text without thinking. I'm distracted, stabbing away at the keys on my phone while sounding off to Yasmin as she drives down the rain-drenched streets. My fingers won't work fast enough. They feel unusually clumsy and

You've rowed again?' I can hear the disapproval in her voice. 'Em … you can't go on like this.

Hi babe. Andrew's being difficult about next weekend. I'm so angry! He said he's not sure he can let me have the time off to go to Edinburgh. What an arsehole. I SO hope he dies!

Neyin var Arezki? Mutsuz görünüyorsun. Bir odam?z olsun istemedik mi? Var i?te. Yanyanay?z. Nedir seni üzen? Neyin eksik? -Evet do?ru görüyorsun. Bir ?eyim eksik. Sana bunu anlatamam. Dü? gücüm eksik. Gelece?i canland?ram?yorum gözümde. Dü?ler al?p ba?lar?n? gittiler, geri gelmiyorlar…

People can have nothing but good intentions and still sometimes make you want to kill them.

It's the strangest thing about being human: to know so much, to communicate so much, and yet always to fall so drastically short of clarity, to be, in the end, so isolate and inadequate. Even when people try to say things, they say them poorly or obliquely, or they outright lie, sometimes because they're lying to you, but as often because they're lying to themselves.

I always thought I'd get farther. I'd like to blame the world for what I've failed to do, but the failure - the failure that sometimes washes over me as anger, makes me so angry I could spit - is all mine, in the end. What made my obstacles insurmountable, what consigned me to mediocrity, is me, just me. I thought for so long, forever, that I was strong enough -- or I misunderstood what strength was.

It's the strangest thing about being human: to know so much, to communicate so much, and yet always to fall so drastically short of clarity, to be, in the end, so isolate and inadequate.

Most of us women like men, you know it's just that we find them a constant disappointment.

I was first drawn to you thinking you were going to teach me something more than that. I needed that which I sensed in you and which you have always denied.

O senhor não compreende, disse ela de novo irritada, que eu não posso pedir? porque preciso de tanto que ninguém pode me dar?

A deseroização é o grande fracasso de uma vida.

E eu não aguento a resignação. Ah, como devoro com fome e prazer a revolta.

If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!

I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.

Para seguir en el colegio donde todas esas mujeres con las que hoy va a almorzar mandan a sus hijos, él tenía que ser otro. Uno parecido a los hijos de ellas. Por eso hace tiempo que no las ve, porque sus comentarios, aunque se refieran al gimnasio, a la mucama o a la liquidación donde se compraron la mejor ropa de la temporada, no sólo la sacan de quicio sino que llegaron a producirle el mismo sentimiento que los olvidos de Andrés: ganas de matar a alguien.

Why do you feel comfortable saying this to me? You wish the light would turn red or a police siren would go off so you could slam on the brakes, slam into the car ahead of you, fly forward so quickly both your faces would suddenly be exposed to the wind.

And if only it would stop, shut itself up for good- this off-key 'if only' that goes on singing, like some deranged child, repeating.

As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows, cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human mind. They realize that, whether they like it or not, they are simply going to have to put up with what to them are excruciatingly slow mental processes, that we humans have embarrassingly low I.Q.'s, and that probably because of these defects, we have an infuriating inability to understand, let alone follow, even the simplest and most explicit of directions.

goddam upset me." She

Writing is the enjoyable part of writing. It's all the rest that drives you mad.

Porn is like sex without orgasm, compulsive without being satisfying.

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.