Quotes About Frustration

Sylvia Levov stoically and impatiently endured him, her only successful form of resistance being to freeze him out and live with the isolation—and see more of herself evaporating year by year.

If I know anything about periodontists, she's thought of strangling you more than once. In your sleep.

Pero en cuanto quieres apasionadamente lo que se encuentra más allá de tu alcance, estás listo para la frustración, te estás preparando para cuando te obliguen a ponerte de rodillas.

The number of homeless in America couldn't touch the number of Americans who had homes and families and hated the whole thing.

And yet nothing of what he surmised meant a goddamn thing. None of his great ideas disposed of a single one of her difficulties.

Según el rabino Kushner, Dios se siente tan frustrado, incluso tan indignado con la injusticia de este planeta como cualquier otro, pero carece del poder necesario para cambiar las cosas. Millones de lectores han encontrado consuelo en la descripción que hace Kushner de un Dios que parece compasivo, aunque sea débil.

Charles Williams loved his son with reservations, complaining that a child is a guest of a somewhat inconsistent temperament, rather difficult to get rid of, almost pushing; a poor relation rather than a pleasant kind.

It's such a pointless unhappiness. I am so tired of it. Sounds odd, doesn't it? But I am so tired of being unhappy

Why are you storing forbidden books?' I cried out in frustrated anger. 'Why store John Dee's books for him?' His face was gentle. 'Because all books are forbidden when a country turns to terror.

We wait? No! You can wait! The cardinal can wait! Henry can wait! But I have to dance on the spot, I have to be seen to make progress while actually making none.

If women could only have more," I said longingly. "If we could have more in our own right. Being a woman at court is like forever watching a pastrycook at work in the kitchen. All those good things, and you can have nothing.

They just won't listen," and

If he went any slower, it would be Monday by the time he got there," said Josh. "If he went any slower, the Malloys could be moved out and back to Ohio," Wally observed.

Wally faced the front of the room again. When he and Caroline were not speaking, she drove him nuts. When he and Caroline were speaking, she drove him nuts. It was hopeless. He couldn't escape. His destiny was to be driven absolutely crazy by Caroline Malloy.

Nous passons notre temps à oublier, à oublier que nous vivons sur un planète limitée à laquelle nous appliquons un principe illimité, ce qui accélère le processus d'épuisement des ressources et d'accroissement des inégalités structurelles, source de mécontentements, de frustrations et de conflits.

Self-love is the source of that ignorant conceit of knowledge which is always doing and never succeeding.

The Gods confound the man who first found out How to distinguish the hours---confound him, too Who in this place set up a sundial To cut and hack my days so wretchedly Into small pieces ! . . . I can't (even sit down to eat) unless the sun gives leave. The town's so full of these confounded dials . . .

From all my talks with Henri, even the most cordial, I have always left with a slight taste of defeat; of also having been, somehow inadvertently, not a man to him, but an instrument in his hands.

Cerrato said seriously that indeed sometimes things went like that, and that he would try to come up with something; but in general it was really dark all the time. You couldn't see the glimmer, you beat your head again and again against an ever lower ceiling, and ended by coming out of the cave on your hands and knees and backward, a little older than when you went in.

Tant d'histoire, dit le duc d'Auge au duc d'Auge, tant d'histoire pour quelques calembours, pour quelques anachronismes! Je trouve cela misérable. On n'en sortira donc jamais?

Do i look like a beautiful blond with big tits and an ass that tastes like French vanilla ice-cream? No. no, you don't. Then why are you telling me all this bullshit just so you can fuck me.

The tone of his remarks filled me with a burning desire to kick Mr. Horridge; but that being impracticable, I should certainly, if left to myself, have told him to go to the devil and forthwith walked out of the house.

Where hopes burn bright," he said, "patience is quickly consumed.

His camera at home was just too crummy. That's why all his pictures came out too dark or too light, and everyone in them had glowing red dots in their eyes. Greg wondered if this camera was any good.