Quotes About Frustration

Nought remains But vindictiveness here amid the strong, And there amid the weak an impotent rage.

I think we are suffering from political impotence. We need political Viagra.

I am a person who is unhappy with things as they stand. We cannot accept the world as it is. Each day we should wake up foaming at the mouth because of the injustice of things.

The trouble with the world is that it's always one drink behind.

too weary and dazed by unfinished sleep even to swear. There comes a degree of numbness in fatigue and exasperation which can be expressed only by a sullen silence.

When you are frustrated and do not know a way out, only flexibility and moderation towards difficulties will save you.

am forever reminded of the eight unavoidable sufferings: birth, old age, pain, one's own death, the death of a loved one, evil people, frustrated desire and lust.

The trouble with writing fiction is that it has to make sense, whereas real life doesn't. It's incredibly annoying for us scribblers.

In my small way, I preserved and catalogued, and dipped into the vast ocean of learning that awaited, knowing all the time that the life of one man was insufficient for even the smallest part of the wonders that lay within. It is cruel that we are granted the desire to know, but denied the time to do so properly. We all die frustrated; it is the greatest lesson we have to learn.

I looked at this first sheet, words scribbled confidently on a lined pad. My attempt at making contact the spirit of Llandor. Disaster. I couldn't do the language or locate the period. The pad of paper, with its grey-mauve rules, was all wrong. It was intended for meaningful work, figures, calculations, notes.

The Blue Shell is the cruel tax of gaming, the welfare queen of kart racing. God damn you kids today. We used to have to win a race to win it.

The Blue Shell is everything that's wrong with America.

I lay in my bed for I don't know how long doing my best to work things out, and my best certainly wasn't good enough.

The freefall sex? Grossly oversold. Everything moves in all the wrong ways. Things get away from you. You have to strap everything down to get purchase. It's more like mutual bondage.

Sometimes he irritated her so much that she wanted to throw him back to the rain. The way he sat, the way he watched; watched, watched; what? Rain. And his questions, his utter and absolute ignorance.

Perhaps if he stopped praying, God would take the hint and stop being such a bastard to one of his few believers on this near-godforsaken planet.

If it were a peg, you couldn't hang a fucking hankie on it, never mind your coat.

Rebus reminded himself to stop praying. Perhaps if he stopped praying, God would take the hint and stop being such a bastard to one of his few believers on this near-godforsaken planet.

Man after the second half of the twentieth century is frustrated. You know that the foundation of all subversiveness is laid on frustration and this frustration keeps finding ways to subversive activities. And you also know that an uncert...ain present has made man pessimistic about future... therefore he runs after anything that glitters, be it fire

I love music. It's freedom, a way to deal with pent-up frustration.

THE FALL No matter how high I climbed, Somehow I always fell

Karma will do that to you, man—give you a little sliver of hope and then slam the door in your motherfucking face.

The impatient man is his own enemy; he slams the door on his own progress.

Disappointment cannot exist without expectation. "The expected apricot is never as sweet when it reaches the mouth.