Quotes About Frustration

a clerk, a machine, a riding-school hack, eating and drinking and sleeping at fixed hours. I should be like everyone else. And that's what they call living, that life at the grindstone, doing the same thing over and over again.... I am hungry and nothing is offered to appease my appetite.

He sprang to his feet, and cried roughly, 'I'll give you a handful of Yeses and Noes, Jessamine, and it'll keep you amused for the rest of the evening sorting them out, and sticking them on to your questions. I'm going out.

objects that he very rarely either looked at or thought about, though the loss of them would have caused him to go half mad with rage and chagrin.

Anger is a brief madness.

Anger is a short madness.

Bah; déjame en paz!—concluyó cada vez más irritado con mi tranquilidad, que era para él otra manifestación de orgullo. Cada

En lo que no tiene razón. Que me guste desesperadamente, muy bien. Pero que vaya yo a exigir el pago de un pagaré de amor firmado sobre una carpeta de meningitis, ¡diablo! eso no.

Fields plowed and sown, but yielding no fruit! Machinery constantly in motion, but all without one particle of produce! Nets cast into the sea and spread wide, but no fishes caught! All this for years – for a lifetime!

I wish I were not sensual... I wish I had not got from my mother, or my father was it, this need to grasp and be grasped, because it drives me into the arms of idiots who want to crush me. Wonderful, idiotic, crushing in the night. Can't you just crush me in the night?

People have said I'm the candidate of anger. Well, we have a right to be angry. We lost 3 million jobs. We lost our place as the moral leader of the world.

So many unhappy women out there. Such a sea of female misery.

then had to decide which two-to-three-hour (with luck) block of time I could spend at the DMV. Waits at the DMV are shorter in the morning, and I hate standing in long lines or sitting in uncomfortable chairs next to people with screaming babies, so I opted to go some morning. I couldn't do it Monday morning because I had papers to grade. Tuesday I had to be teaching off campus all day. Wednesday there were faculty meetings and committee meetings

Sometimes, you know, it seems I'm only allowed to live life between headaches.

I didn't know you could break your finger just hanging up clothes. God Almighty, you situate your hand wrong between a blouse and a clothespin and everything suddenly changes. What a stupid life this is." "Did

To Coach Brantford, I could do almost nothing right. He told me that I didn't play tough enough, I didn't hit anybody and that my skating and passing needed a lot of work. If you came to a practice or a game, you'd have never known that I scored 25 goals & had 39 assists what with Coach Brantford always harping on me about something I was doing wrong.

There was a problem and that was that. Why didnt make a fiddlers fuck.

Marion fought back the urge to shove the candle in his face and did her best to broaden her smile...

he suddenly swerved in the other lane and there was the screeching of brakes and screams and curses and he gave them all the finger out the window and continued to weave his way through the traffic, giving his perpetual finger to the horn blowers as he pounded his own, and yelling to them, What else ya get fa Christmas besides a new horn

He didnt know what was defeating him, but he sensed it was something he could not cope with, something that was far beyond his power to control or even at this point in time comprehend.

All the energy of their frustration and fear going into their laughter.

When I became aware of the effect of the bills on my family, I wanted to be free of them. It was more than the bills that disturbed me, however. We were in an impoverished state, and I found it hard to understand how my father could work so hard yet have so little.

I looked at her and sighed. In another world, I thought to myself, it might have worked. In another world, in another universe, in another time, as two quite different people, we really might have been able to put all of this behind us, take off to some sun-drenched Caribbean island, and have sex and pineapple juice, non-stop, for a year.

Nobody loves the rat race, but nobody can think of anything else—Satan has us just where he wants us.

The number of things just outside the perimeter of my financial reach remains constant no matter how much my financial condition improves. With each increase in my income a new perimeter forms and I experience the same relative sense of lack.