Quotes About Frustration

Dad drove Heather home. He didn't talk much in the car. He just kept shaking his head and muttering under his breath.

Two hours after the melon disaster, I sprawled on the floor of my room. Grounded. With nothing to do.

mammals, he mutters. can't live with them, can't live without them.

Of course, neat and tidy Mindy can't stand the lawn ornaments. Neither can Mom. Every time Dad brings a new one home, Mom threatens to toss it into the garbage.

reason, my radiator makes a lot of banging and groaning. But

Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.

Turn down the porn soundtrack! Trying to concentrate here!-Shane

And how are we supposed to do that, exactly? Shane's all grrr now.

And about Shane, I swear, if he doesn't snap out of it, I'm going to punch him in the face. Well, punch him in the face and then run like hell. - Eve Rosser

He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.

I stand corrected. Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell

You sound disappointed." Shane's voice came out faint and thready, and he put his head back against the cushions as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Damn, I hate this. I really do." I know," Oliver said. "Your blood reeks of it.

What in the hell is going on around here?" she yelled. "Could you guys keep it down to aircraft-carrier noise?

I hate traveling with amateurs.

You are so lucky I'm too tired to murder you right now.

It's bad enough I have to be trapped in a car with you children. You'll do your best not to act like children.

Damn, there goes my chance for some hot sexy talk.

Just wanted to remind you that we're out of milk again. And hot sauce. Why are those two always out at the same time? Because those do not go together. I suspect Shane. He'd put hot sauce in anything, Michael said.

What kind of stupid trip is this? So far, I've been assaulted, insulted, arrested, and now I'm tied to a chair by a bunch of vampires in case they crave a little O negative at lunch. And my boyfriend is out there somewhere, dodging sunbeams. This sucks!

He loped off down the hall, and she felt a pure burst of fury. Boys. Why were they always such dumbasses?

Hey, we had fun. In the sense of next to none at all, I mean. Next time, can we at least stop at a mall? May be see a movie? Avoid the mass murder of our enemies, maybe?

Boys are idiots. You'd think Shane could just say, 'Oh man, I'm glad you're alive,' but no. It's either guilt or amateur night at the Drama Queen Theater.'" She blew out a frustrated breath. "Boys. I'd turn gay if they weren't so sexy.

I've thought about it," she said. "And I'm angry, Shane. I'm really angry. After everything we've done, everything we've risked, we're expendable. And it hurts. Believe me.

Oh, like you don't throw a hissy every time somebody trips your angst switch!