Quotes About Frustration

Sometimes, talking to Amber was like herding cats.

Gus and I talk about girls a lot, but we can't figure them out. They are so confusing. Like, if you look at them, they get mad. And if you don't look at them, they get mad. And if you're nice to them, they think you like them. And if you're mean to them, they think you like them. And if you do like them, they think you hate them.

Jasmine sat on her bed, worrying her bottom lip as she listened to the phone ring. Damn it, where the hell was Stephanie? Obviously not answering her cell phone, that was for sure. When the voicemail kicked in Jasmine fidgeted as she waited for the beep to finally arrive. "How dare you have a life and not be around to answer the phone when I need to talk to you. Call me.

This long distance relationship thing was for the birds. He absolutely hated waiting for days on end to see Jasmine.

Sidonie," he said, his voice strangely hoarse. "You are the most—I mean, you are so…I find you…ah, devil take it! Never mind!" "I beg your pardon?" "Nothing," he growled. "I misspoke. What did you say about oranges?

But it was no use. I had the kind of heart that would always be breaking.

But that was the way of it everywhere: there you were, getting on with things, minding your own business, and suddenly some arsehole decides to start a war.

Crossword puzzles are designed to be solved, while codes and ciphers are designed to prevent solution. With codes, you have to be prepared to work for months—for years—and fail.

It was the first time many of the women had spent time in a bonafide workplace apart from a classroom, and they discovered what workplaces are and have been since the dawn of time: places where one is annoyed and thwarted and underpaid and interrupted and under appreciated.

When it comes to their capacity to screw things up, computers are becoming more human every day.

Yes, I am a quantum mechanic! Those darn quantum computers break all the time.

I'd rather be pissed off then pissed on.

If it looks like a cat, walks like a cat, and has whiskers like a cat, it's probably a damn cat. But if it eats your groceries, messes up your kitchen, and makes you want to rip out your hair by the roots, you either married it or gave birth to it

Taxes for people with too much damned time on their hands.

Celibacy sucks, no pun intended.

You can't choose your family. Can't shoot 'em either.

I'd trade every last one of you for a moment's peace and a dog that didn't P on the carpet

When you can't do something truly useful, you tend to vent the pent up energy in something useless but available, like snappy dressing.

I try to cry, and can't, but even with dry eyes it's all so confusing.

Wszystko, co czu?am, to g?ód. Straszny g?ód, który mog?abym nazwa? brakiem, potrzeb?, bezsilno?ci?, frustracj?, pustk?; prze?ladowa? mnie, z?era?, a wkrótce mia? ?ar?ocznie po?kn??.

I pray. I go to mass. I even remember to respect my elders and help little old ladies across the street. What the hell did I do to deserve this?

The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate.

Social media is road rage on steroids.

But this dream was before I dropped out of school. My dreams became out of my reach for all sorts of complicated reasons that I prefer to not dwell