Quotes About Frustration

If you're versatile, and get punched in the face, but still go forward, that frustrates Joanna, she doesn't know what to do.

My strength as a singer is my versatility. I find it really frustrating when I'm only expected to show off. The music industry is awash with female acrobats. What happens to the song, and treating it for its sake and not as an ego example?

Sometimes I'll sing the same verse through the entire song, because the other verses aren't clicking. And when they do come to me, I'm in the middle of that same verse!

'Are 'Friends' Electric?' was two songs: the verse part and the talking part. Two different songs I couldn't finish. One day I was playing the main verse part of 'Are 'Friends' Electric?' and after a few minutes I got frustrated, as normal, then started to play the other song, and realized they went together.

I just can't sit down and write three verses and a chorus and a bridge anymore. It just don't find it inspiring.

C'est bête, si je vous avez rencontrée avant... - Qu'est ce que vous auriez fait ? Pierre se tourne brusquement vers la jeune femme avec une sorte d'élan. Il va dire quelque chose, mais les mots s'arrêtent au bord de ses lèvres. Son visage se rembrunit, et il grogne : - Rien.

Mi sento pieno di malanimo vero questo piccolo presuntuoso così bugiardo; può darsi che sia dispetto: ero felice che mentisse agli altri ma avrei voluto che facesse un'eccezione per me: credevo che ci saremmo messi d'accordo come ladri in fiera sopra la testa di tutti questi morti e che avrebbe finito per dirla, a me, la verità!

Ich möchte Ihnen so viel sagen, aber ich bin ausgeleert, sobald ich zu sprechen anfange. Alles ist wie weggeblasen. Sehen Sie: ich finde Sie schön, zum Beispiel; aber ich kann mich nicht wirklich darüber freuen. Es ist, als ob mir etwas fehlte ... (S. 64).

First, we must be able to control our own temper. This is easier when we do not see the child's behavior as a threat to our own competence, but rather as a function of the child's current inability to cope with frustration.

It was clear to me that it wouldn't matter what I did - they would never truly appreciate me or learn what I had to offer. They were far beyond fickle - they were insensible, like kittens,predatory little things, distracted by the first bit of string or shiny bauble that rolled across the floor, and nothing I could ever say or do could possibly make any kind of dent in their willful ignorance.

This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.

Oh, I wanted this killer stopped, brought to justice, yes, certainly - but did it have to be so soon?

Miami drivers have long ago take the simple chore of going from one place to another and turned it into a kind of high-speed, heavily armed game of high-stakes bumper cars.

Really, now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?

I spent the rest of the workday on routine paperwork, snarling at misplaced files and seething at the stupidity of everyone else's report writing--when did Grammar die?

I have really good eyesight," I said, wondering if everyone who came in to see me today was going to be profoundly annoying.

Goddamn it!" she said to me through a mouthful of sandwich. It was certainly far from a novel phrase coming from her, but she said it with a viciousness that left me lightly spattered with bread crumbs. I took a sip of my excellent batido de mamey and waited for her to expand on her argument, but instead she simply said it again. "Goddamn it!

She ground her teeth and squeezed her hands together some more for a few seconds, and she seemed to think about jumping out the window. But it was only the second floor, and the windows were sealed shut, so finally Debs turned away and slumped back into her chair. "All right," she said through clenched teeth. "Let's do it." There

The beautiful woman next to him snorted and murmured something that sounded like, "Asshole Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â The man's face gave a very slight twitch of irritation, but otherwise he ignored her.

Somewhere far away, sitting on a cloud perhaps, there must be some whimsical dark deity that really likes me, because just before I let frustration push me into stupidity, I dimly hear the voices of the soccer players, calling out in three languages to look out, mister! And before I can even realize that I am the only mister in the area, the soccer ball thumps into my head, bounces up into the air, and then rolls across the street. I

Rubber gloves," I said, and my impatience burst. "Come on, open it up." He looked at me as if I had suggested doing something indecent. "Open it!" I said. Vince

I finally gave up and blotted my shirt dry the best I could. I left the restroom wearing my semi-wet stained shirt and headed for the lab, hoping I might get some sartorial sympathy from Vince Masuoka.

Why, Dexter?" Debs repeated, and there was a dangerous edge to her voice that went far behind frustrated anger. "It's kind of complicated," I said, stalling in the hope that either a brilliant idea would occur to me or, if not, the house might be hit by lightning. "Make it simple," she snapped.

Great, now I'm a moron," Vince grumbled, and nodded at me. "You see how smart you are with Simone Legree halfway up your ass.