Quotes About Frustration

my childhood was a peroid of waiting to the moment when i could send everyone in it to hell.

Hank had a stray-cat quality that made women want to take him in and nourish him with food and affection, but like most alcoholics, he would soon abuse that love, frustrate it, and ultimately alienate it

He couldn't organize a fuck in a barrel full of whores.

I'm not patient, and some things drive me crazy. In my work, I get incredibly upset when people don't get it right or don't respect others' needs.

What you're seeing with Occupy Wall Street and the others are people who are unhappy and they're directing their unhappiness now toward Wall Street and toward those they think are doing too well in our society.

I'm always working on stuff. But they never materialize. I'm always working on movies and TV shows.

Man is brilliant at solving problems; but solving them only makes him the victim of his own childishness and laziness. It is this recognition that has made almost every major philosopher in history a pessimist.

Si stava rimettendo in piedi tra un'imprecazione e l'altra quando vide un paio di scarpe nere avvicinarsi strascicando. «Ti aspettavo ore fa.». Perché doveva essere sempre presente Max ogni volta che la grazia sembrava abbandonarla?

I'm not a sucker for happily ever afters, but if these two characters don't get theirs I might climb inside this e-reader and lock them both inside that damn garage forever.

ME's bound to rule your sister's death a suicide, Ms. Miller. I know how hard it is to accept—" Anger roaring in her ears, Lauren slapped her palms hard against the cushions as she pushed herself to her feet. "You're with the FBI, right? So why are you even here, if all you're going to do is feed me the cops' regurgitated bullshit?" "I was called

the object again lifted off the ground and glided smoothly away in total silence. Again they tried to gain ground, but each time the object repeated the frustrating maneuver. It was clearly watching and reacting to them, trying to keep them at arm's length. Beneath his nervousness, Tom felt a spark of outrage. Who the hell do they think they are? he thought angrily.

Being a dad is the greatest, except for assembling things.

Lorraine's voice was kind and patient. Personally, I'd have told the kid to shut up and get in the car. Guess that's why I don't have kids.

But Alberta sat there wretchedly. God knows who put the words into her mouth. They were not her own. They were foreign to her, stupid words behind which she hid herself. Her own never saw the light of day, they died unborn or withered on her tongue and were born distorted. She was disabled, she was without the use of speech, she would die of muteness.

Sometimes Alberta felt as if there were a conspiracy against her, as if the whole world were in agreement not to say a word. A foolish desire to shake people – But speak out, can't you – would come over her. If she did not do so, it was because we really can remain on the verge of action for a long time without doing anything.

There was something she should have experienced, something besides this. There was a path somewhere that she could not find. It was and it was not her own fault.

So it's hardly surprising that Martha bitched up a storm

I got another chestful of air in, tore loose with it. 'Somebody help me! You people standing around looking, isn't there one of you will help me? I brought my wife here last night; now she's gone and they're trying to tell me I never -' ("All At Once, No Alice")

The story thread suddenly dropped in a hopeless snarl, just as he was about to get it through the needle's eye of the first line.

The only kind of questions he could answer were those that took "yes" or "no" for an answer — by shaking his head up and down or from side to side — and that limited them to about one out of every ten that they wanted to put to him. I saw red when I saw how helpless he was.

I had that trapped feeling, like some sort of a poor insect that you've put inside a downturned glass, and it tries to climb up the sides, and it can't, and it can't, and it can't.

I hate the world. Everything comes into it so clean and goes out so dirty. (from COVER CHARGE - currently not listed)

I glance at the line. It's moving as fast as a sloth on Benadryl.

There are few things more frustrating than being forced to sit through a bad film with someone who thinks it's a masterpiece.