Quotes About Frustration

anger creates a sense of power and control in a situation where prior to anger these positive, motivating feelings did not exist. The feelings of control and righteousness that come from anger can motivate you to challenge and change difficult interpersonal and social injustices. [. . .] Anger can provide you with a rest from feelings of vulnerability, and a way of venting tensions and frustrations."189

I'm often forced to lie on the floor and use a rat-tail comb to properly zip them.

Frustration and I have become good friends. And like any friend who's a bad influence, frustration sometimes makes me do things that are, in retrospect, stupid. - Sirensong

I could shove this swizzle stick through his heart, Min thought. She wouldn't do it, of course. The stick was plastic and not nearly pointed enough on the end. Also people didn't do things like that in Southern Ohio. A sawed-off shotgun, that was the ticket.

She slid out from under his arm, and picked up his shirt from the floor. When she put it on, it failed to meet in the middle over her chest. that always worked in the movies, she thought, disgusted, and dropped it on the floor.

Don't even think about it. Well, when can I walk by myself? When you get your driver's license. You always, always say that. Dillie scowled at him. That's when everything happens. It's going to be a busy day, Phin agreed.

I'm fine, Kate said. In fact, since my last two dates were so awful, things can only get better. Bad deduction, Jessie said. If that were true, I'd be dating Harrison Ford by now.

The thing about women is that they got liberated too fast. They never learned to be straightforward about life because they had to sneak around for about a thousand years tricking men into doing things they wanted. So they manipulate you instead of telling you what they want, so you never know where the hell you are. And then they get mad at you and bitch.

By the end of the afternoon, she had acquired a different, unprintable adjective for him.

Her cell phone rang, the booming strains of the 'Ride of the Valkyries.' 'Speak of the devil,' she flipped open her cell phone with a sigh of resignation. 'Yes, Mom.

My court-appointed psychiatrist says I should vent my anger in nonviolent physical excercise . She smacked him in the chest again, and he winced and caught her wrists. You know, Agnes, that's not the hottest thing any woman has ever said to me. She yanked her wrists free and pounded her fists into his chest again, then let go of his shirt to strip off her dress and throw it on the floor. He stopped frowning. Course, it's not the worst thing any woman has ever said to me, either.

You're not going to handcuff me, are you?" "Only if you want me to." "Your caveman tactics are really getting on my nerves." "I hate that for you.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the patience not to strangle my mother-in-law, chop her into little pieces, and dump them down a sewer.

mooo, she said... I mean mmmm, she moaned. Louder this time. Goddamn Dr. Seuss is ruining my sex life.

Hell is an Eagles game where the bleachers are always freezing, the team is always loosing, and my family is insane

She and her friends would talk about their husbands like they were children, or pets - some strange species responsible for bad smells and strange noises and messes they'd have to clean up.

When you're a hammer, everything looks like a nail. When you're angry, everything looks like a target. There are a lot of angry people in the world and these days, they're all online.

She hoped that things had changed, but she knew that they hadn't changed enough. All the demonstrations, all the consciousness-raising, all the protests, all the pickets, all the books she'd read, all the conversations she'd had, all the ballots she'd cast, all the work and here they were, still.

my chest. All I'd wanted was for someone to be happy for me—happy with me, straight-up happy, not happy with questions, or happy with reservations, or happy but confused, or not happy at all . . . and there was no one in my life, including my husband, who fit the bill.

Hell is an Eagles game, where the bleachers are always freezing, and the team is always losing, and my family is insane.

I wore a groove in the kitchen floor with endless trips to the fridge, hoping against hope that I had somehow missed a plateful of cold sausages on the previous 4,000 excursions. Then, for no obvious reason, I decided to buy a footstool.

Aura, I'm really patient, but I'm not a bloody saint.

How about, 'I just kissed a guy at Black Weeds because you've been ignoring me. P.S. I love you.

stillborn love notes provide small satisfaction