Quotes About Frustration

Everyone and everything oppresses me, chokes and maddens me; I am troubled by a crushing physical sense of other people's lack of comprehension.

Is that my ears ringing, or am I screaming? I am burning and I am blind and I can't find the stairs and I do not know how to get out of Madham.

For all the things that had happened to her, all the people she had met, the miles of ocean she had covered, she could feel nothing worth writing except: 'an exceedingly grand apartment which I spoil by the excess of irritation and agitation I carry with me everywhere...

The knowledge worker is not poverty-prone. He is in danger of alienation, to use the fashionable word for boredom, frustration, and silent despair.

Hay demasiados dedos en los botones

El tiempo se me va de las manos y estoy furioso por la apatía de mis miembros. Y de la furia estoy a punto de perder el conocimiento.

I was fine till the finger, I say to myself, as I shift to reverse. You don't flip off Gilbert Grape. Let that be known.

The deepest healing is the healing of the deepest wound. The deepest wound is the frustration of the deepest need. The deepest need is the need for meaning, purpose, and hope.

Don't get me started on the little airplane name badges, Natalie grumbled.

Watson told her that the sorry help at Chatham Bend these days couldn't pour piss out of a boot that had the instructions written on the heel.

What? Arseholes like him give me a headache, and I've already got a big enough one to begin with. If you ask me, he's watched too many episodes of Line of Duty.

The Celtics were so dominant in the 1960s that Jerry West stopped wearing anything green because it reminded him of the frustration the Lakers had endured during that decade.

Sometimes I wish I knew how to go crazy. I forget how.

He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside.

What was on the other side? Donna said, He said there was another world on the other side. He could see it. He... never went through it? That's why he kicked the shit out of everything in his apartment; he never thought of going through it, he just admired the doorway and then later he couldn't see it at all and it was too late. It opened for him a few days and then it was closed and gone forever.

The door refused to open. It said, Five cents, please.

Damn her he said to himself. What good does it do my risking my life? She doesn't care whether we own an ostrich or not. Nothing penetrates.

I'll tell you what fouls us up, Roy; it's our goddamn superior intelligence!" She glared at her husband, her small, high breasts rising and falling rapidly. "We're so smart ––Roy, you're doing it right now; goddamn you, you're doing it now !

Kill the Spartan runners," I said. Furiously, Kirsten lashed at me, "Is that one of your Berkeley educated remarks?

He didn't just know there would be personal computers. He knew they would crash, that the people who came to fix them would charge heavily by the hour, and be annoying, and no good, and in the end would just tell you to buy a new and more expensive machine –

Fred, Robert Arctor, ne aveva già fatte sei di riunioni come quella, così da sapere bene che cosa dire e anche che cosa ci fosse in serbo per lui: tipi assortiti e varie gradazioni di domande da stronzi e un'ottusa stupidità collettiva. In aggiunta, un inutile spreco del suo tempo, più una bella dose di rabbia e un senso ogni volta più grande di futilità.

You left the cap off the toothpaste tube again.' And then I realized it was my ex-wife.

In cleaning up the ills of the world, Edith Pritchet eradicated, not merely objects, but whole classes of objects. Probably, at some remote time and place, she had been annoyed by a honking car. Now, in her pleasant fantasy version of the world, such things didn't exist. They simply weren't . Her list of annoyances was undoubtedly considerable. And there was no way to tell what was included.

Not an encouraging thought. Whatever thing, object, or event had at any time in her fifty-odd years stirred the smooth surface of her vapid enjoyment was gently eased out of existence. He could guess a few. Garbage men who rattled cans. Door-to-door salesmen. Bills and tax forms of all kinds. Crying babies (perhaps all babies). Drunks. Filth. Poverty. Suffering in general. It was a wonder anything was left.