Quotes About Frustration

McFeyffe, Hamilton said, you're going to have to forgive me. Why? Because I'm going to do something fruitless and futile. Because, even though I realize it's useless, I'm going to kick the living Jesus out of you.

Ele se sentiu, de uma hora para outra, como uma mariposa inútil, agitando-se diante da vidraça da realidade, vendo-a de modo indistinto pelo lado de fora. - ubik

We're being paid to sit here and do nothing. So we feel all upset. First we stand up, then we sit down. We blame it on the heat, but it's really because we don't know what to do with ourselves.

Morning, noon & bloody night, Seven sodding days a week, I slave at filthy WORK, that might Be done by any book-drunk freak. This goes on until I kick the bucket. FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT

A few minutes after he arrived, Lee was talking to a group of astronomers eager to learn what news he could bring them, for there are few natural philosophers as frustrated as astronomers in a fog.

Write some letters." "Don't want to." "Bake a cake to give that boy a slice of." "He might come while I'm still making it, and then we'd have to make conversation for an hour and a half till it was ready. Anyway, we've got some biscuits." "Well, I give up," he said.

there are few natural philosophers as frustrated as astronomers in a fog.

In Geneva, Olivier Bonneville was becoming frustrated.

The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.

What use to skip those two grades in grammar school and get such a jump on everybody else, when the result is to wind up so far behind?

I know I'm not going to write as well as I used to. I no longer have the stamina to endure the frustration. Writing is frustration — it's daily frustration, not to mention humiliation. It's just like baseball: you fail two-thirds of the time." He went on: "I can't face any more days when I write five pages and throw them away. I can't do that anymore. --New York Times, 18 Nov. 2012

I wouldn't so much as stick my head in a pool hall. Oh, look, this is as far as I go explaining what I am and am not like. I will not explain myself one more time. I will not make an inventory of my attributes for people or mention my goddamn sense of duty. I will not take one more round of his ridiculous, nonsensical crap!" Whereupon

He couldn't do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.

Yes, if only this and if only that, we'd all be together and alive forever and everything would work out fine.

He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach—that it makes no sense.

You're right," I said. "It's not up there with Neil Diamond at the Mid-Hudson Civic Center. I can't believe this is my life." "Then you need to do something about it," he said. "So you don't think that if I whine loud enough, God will hear me?" "It hasn't worked so far." "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," I said.

The greatest day-to-day enemy of the poor is the middle-class bureaucrat who contemptuously treats them as data to be processed, without care to their needs or circumstances

There was something very strange about the way he was super-polite to us, and then turned raging-beliigerent to invisible people on the other end of the phone, What he was shouting looked an awful lot like the kind of stuff that couldn't be fixed-that the people on the other end wouldn't forgive.

I was getting awfully tired of all the ranting, no matter who it came from.

There were times when I loved my brother because he was such a brat.

Whenever I read history, I feel as though I am hopelessly surrounded by hopelessly stupid people.

Well, I think it's extraordinarily fun to write, and I look forward to it every day, but that doesn't mean I think it's easy. There's a difference between the two. It's fun in the way all worthwhile things are fun – there's difficulty attached to it. I think that a writer has to accept a certain amount of frustration. It's inherent in the task, and you have to simply persevere. It's part of the definition of the work.

Oh damn and fuck show business and all its ways.

This is the ultimate cruelty, isn't it? That I can talk and talk and to anyone listening, it's only air--too rich a diet to be swallowed by a mundane world.