Quotes About Frustration

I'm on decaf now. What I miss most is the road rage.

You are but a hard turd in the ass of my journey.

Let's face it - with a few exceptions, nobody likes anybody.

It's upsetting to be a man in our society.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

You're exhausted in the faith because you're looking at you. The more you look at yourself and the less you look at God, the more you get frustrated at yourself.

I went through every phone book in Africa, and I didn't find one god damned Pryor!

I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.

God, it's so painful when something that's so close is still so far out of reach.

A 'god' who's will is resisted, designs frustrated, and purpose checkmated, possesses no title to Deity.

Few golfers are born with the natural talent for hitting the ball, but every player is blessed with the God-given ability to throw a club.

Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something. Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book. OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!

God bless... God damn.

It is bad to want something that not even God could attain, especially when the impossibility becomes obvious.

Oh, God, the lovebirds," Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. "I hate happy couples.

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.

I can barely even run a computer. God knows what I'd get on online dating. I'd get something that was subhuman or something.

If there's one thing that really annoys a god, it's not knowing something.

Christmas is the beachhead of God's campaign against sin and sadness, darkness and death, fear and frustration.

Oh, God — the lives people try to lead. Oh, God — what a world they try to lead them in.

I do not need a reason to be angry with God.

Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldn't I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework?

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.

I wish to God," said Gideon with mild exasperation, "that you'd talk—just once—in prose like other people.