Quotes About Frustration

When it came down to it, though, you had to remember all those assholes cutting you off in traffic and walking the streets and shouting in bars and turning their music up too loud and mugging you and raping you and selling you lemon cars-all those assholes were just children who'd aged. No miracle. Nothing sacred in that.

There seemed to be little rhyme or reason as to why one day snatching the correct words from the ether was like opening a faucet and other days it was like opening a vein

You're just pissed off. And when you're pissed off, you lash out.

Vincent looks ready to pop out of his skin. Like a lot of guys who try too hard to act like they deserve respect, he has very low tolerance for people he correctly perceives don't respect him. This

I wrote about the night bird cries, the sea sounds and the lonely barking, and I liked what I wrote in flashes; but something was wrong with it. There is always something wrong with writing. So I tore the paper up at last, liking the untouched memory so much better, not wanting it forced into the insincerity of words.

sitting and waiting is one of the most miserable occupations known to man - not that it usually is known to men; women do it much more often.

Do you know,' he said again softly, addressing his hands, 'what it is to love someone, and never - never! - be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?' He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. 'To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?

Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.

Go to hell, Jamie, I said at last, wiping my eyes. Go directly to hell. Do not pass Go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. There. Do you feel better now?

I do not understand men." That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. "Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn't.

Will you bloody say something? I demanded at last, in a voice that shook oiliv a little. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He shook his head slowly from side to side. Jesus, he whispered at last.

Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!

bein' cooped up indoors." The little finger waggled briefly.

Damn! Blazing Hades! That filth-eating son of a pig-fart!

Do you know," he said again, softly, addressing his hands, "what it is to love someone, and never—never!—be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?" He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. "To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?

No, blast it! I can't even shoot the bastard, without dishonoring my brother's sworn word!

The lawyer had gone a mottled red and gray, like a bad oyster, but said nothing. Jamie

Do you know, what it is to love someone, and never be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness? To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment. He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and He hath set darkness in my paths.

I started to shortcircuit because I had high aspirations for the film. I never told anybody that.

Many stories came to me but I was not happy with the roles that were assigned to me.

I was one of the worst attorneys. I didn't enjoy law.

I hate my own attorneys!

I audition for a lot and don't get a lot.