Quotes About Frustration

DOSTIE: Let's be honest here. People? Sometimes they suck. But kids, well, they're like a new snowfall, you know?

He readied himself for an outburst of anger that never happened. So he became angry for her and tried not to show it in her presence.

For black people, being around white people is sometimes like taking care of babies you don't like, babies who throw up on you again and again, but whom you cannot punish, because they're babies.

Tarikh par tarikh, tarikh par tarikh, tarikh par tarikh, tarikh par tarikh milti rahi hai ... lekin insaaf nahi mila. Movie Damini

Where the fuck is Mickey!? Fuck's sake! If there's no Mickey, this shit ain't Disney!

As it was, I had to listen to these men babbling at the mouth about dying for the cause, and listen silently with the knowledge that I was not permitted that out. I could not even hint to anyone that I had orders not to die. It was frustrating in the extreme.

I had been sent to this island to fight, only to find that the troops I was supposed to lead were a bunch of good-for-nothings, quick to profess their willingness to die, but actually concerned only with their immediate wants. As if this were not enough, I had no authority to issue orders to them. I could only deploy them with the consent of their commander.

evolutionary terms, failure is its prerequisite, frustration its generator.

Tanken är en syra som fräter. Du tänker i början, att den blott skall fräta på det som är murket och sjukt och som skall bort. Men tanken tänker inte så: den fräter blint. Den börjar med det rov som du helst och gladast kastar åt honom, men du skall inte tro att det mättar honom. Han slutar inte förrän han gnagt sönder det sista du har kärt.

Come be angry at a nearer distance

That's family for you. Can't live with them, can't murder them.

I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone.

I can't believe he said that and then just walked out, leaving me reeling. I am going to STRANGLE him.

The problem with cell phones is that you can't slam them down into a cradle when you hang up. Your only option is to throw them, and if you do, they just skitter across the floor and crack their case. It's not satisfying at all. I close my eyes and bend down to pick up the pieces.

I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

Yesterday when we went over the plan again and again, I never thought about Grandad showing up. Because I'm an idiot, basically--an idiot with poor planning skills. Of course he's here. Where else would he be? Seriously, what else could go wrong?

My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.

He's the kind of beautiful that makes people want to smash things.

Sometimes it's easier to be mad at the people close to us," Vivi said, "than to be mad at the people who deserve it.

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.

I hate that he knows what he's doing and I don't. I hate being vulnerable. I hate that I throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

That's family for you. Can't live with them; can't murder them. Unless Barron rats me out to Yulikova. Then I really might.

He closed his eyes. ' Don't, ' he said, but she could hear despair in his voice. It made her even angrier. It made her want to live down to his expectations.

Jude, Not even responding to my missives is ridiculous and beneath you and I hate it. Cardan