Quotes About Frustration

As for sex, the last of the great words, it was just a cocktail term for an excitement that bucked you up for a while, then left you more raggy than ever

Hell isn't other people. It's other people telling the same story for the twentieth time.

but Mama was so mad at the insurance company that even though he used words like "flaming assholes" she didn't realize till later that he was cussing: she said she thought he was quoting the Psalms.

I used to jog but the ice cubes kept falling out of my glass.

Fuck this. Fuck this wondering. Fuck this trying and trying. Fuck this belief that two people can become one ideal. Fuck this helplessness. Fuck this waiting for something to happen that probably won't ever happen.

We believe in the wrong things, that's what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things. You want meaning? Well, the meanings are out there. We're just so damn good at reading them wrong.

It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it's lonely, because you feel you can't talk about it. You feel it's something between you and the body. You feel it's a battle you will never win . . . and yet you fight it day after day, and it wears you down. Even if you try to ignore it, the energy it takes to ignore it will exhaust you.

aloof , adj . It has always been my habit, ever since junior high school, to ask that question: "What are you thinking?" It is always an act of desperation, and I keep on asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.

Neophyte, n. There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before-- why is it that no one can give my good advice?

for the first time in my life i realize why hangers are called hangers, because after fifteen minutes of trying things on and throwing them aside, all i want to do is hook one to the top of my closet door, lean my neck into the loop, and let my weight fall.

Like most of Salinger's characters, she wouldn't be such a fuckup, you felt, if these fucked-up things didn't keep happening to her. ... We believe in the wrong things, I wrote, using the same pen Boomer had used on his arm. That's what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things. You want meaning? Well, the meanings are out there. We're just so damn good at reading them wrong.

It is always an act of desperation, and I keep asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.

The frustration is in how pointless the effort was

it is so unfair that he lives in ohio, because that should be close enough, but since neither of us drives and neither of us would ever in a million years say, 'hey, mom, do you want to drive me across indiana to see a boy?,' we're kind of stuck.

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.

It was so much easier when I don't want anything. Not getting want you want want can make you cruel.

We found out a long time ago that we weren't meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him

Nights when I need to sleep and you can't. Days when I want to talk and you won't. Hours when every noise you make interferes with my silence. Weeks when there is a buzzing in the air, and we both pretend we don't hear it.

If he turns out to be gay, I will be furious. They get all the good ones!

It just makes me mad. All the stupid arbitrary shit. It makes you want to overthrow the world. On a daily basis.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself togheter. And then everything falls apart anyway.