Quotes About Frustration

I'm getting dumber by the minute," I confirmed. "Ask anybody.

Honestly. He sometimes felt that humans simply had to be deliberately obtuse. What was so difficult about understanding civilized and excellently enunciated speech?

He clenched his hands into fists and opened them again several times, as though strangling baby ducks.

I've got blisters and muscle cramps in places not meant for the touch of anything but a beautiful woman, Max spat back sullenly. I've bitten my tongue so many times in the past three days that I whistle in musical chords when I exhale. And the smell isn't ever going to come out of my armor, I just know it.

Hell's bells," I muttered. "Harry, you idiot, when will you learn not to victory gloat?

That woman, Grimm said quietly, drives me quite insane. Kettle grunted. Why'd you marry her, then?

What the hell kind of Hell was this supposed to be?

You can be such an asshole, Dresden, I swear.

I felt like a collection of complaints and malfunctions

They're just itching for me to lead them in some meaningful crusade against evil. Hell, I have trouble just paying the bills.

Stop making me think," Murphy said. "I'm believing over here.

For the first time ever, Mickey Mouse let me down.

To the best of my knowledge, sir, Benedict said in an apologetic tone, no one has ever been able to tell my dear cousin anything. At all.

I know you must be angry." "I burn things to ash and smash holes in buildings when I'm angry," I said. "I'm a couple of steps past that point right now.

Why did you do it?" I got annoyed. "I had personal reasons." "Which are?" "Personal," I said.

I'm aware of my limits. That isn't the same as liking them. (Karrin Murphy)

I hate it when a plan falls apart.

I had let my digust with teaching ruin my love of literature.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

you might think it wasn't real nice to kick a dying man, and maybe it wasn't, but I'd been wanting to kick him for a long time, and it just never had seemed safe till now

There was too much of a sameness about the evening's delights. He had been the same route too many times. He'd been there before, so double-damned often, and however you traveled—backward, forward, or walking on your hands—you always got to the same place. You got nowhere, in other words, and each trip took a little more out of you.

Well, anyway, by the time it got ready to vote, it looked like a fella wouldn't be able to have no fun at all anymore, if my opponents were elected. About all a fella would be able to do, without getting arrested, was to drink sody-pop and maybe kiss his wife. And no one liked the idea very much, the wives included.

Clinton sighed, and gave up. All his life he had given up. He didn't know why it was like that; why a man who wanted nothing but to live honestly and industriously and usefully - who, briefly, asked only the privileges of giving and helping - had had to compromise and surrender at every turn. But that was the way it had been, and that apparently was the way it was to be.

Thank you slow-walking family in front of me on the sidewalk. No, please, take your time. And definitely spread out, too, so you create a barricade of idiots. I am so thankful that you forced me to walk into the street and risk getting hit by a car in order to pass you so I could resume walking at a normal human pace.