Quotes About Frustration

There've been times I've been mad enough to kill, and may have, had I known I would get away with it.' 'What made you that angry?' Clara was astonished. 'Betrayal, always and only betrayal.

I'll keep it all inside; festering, rotting; but I'm really a nice person, kind, loving. "Get out of my way, you motherfucker." Oops, sorry …

It was one of life's little mysteries that this woman she had absolutely no respect for, could lay her flat. She thought she'd been ready for it. She'd even dared to harbour a hope that maybe this time would be different. But of course it wasn't.

How many times do we all have to do this? Get up, go to school, again? Before everyone admits it's a crap idea?

I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet" - Georgia Nicolson

When we did eventually get to the party - me walking next to Dad's Volvo driving at five miles an hour - I had a horrible time. Everyone laughed at first but then more or less ignored me. In a mood of defiant stuffed oliveness I did have a dance by myself but things kept crashing to the floor around me. The host asked if I would sit down. I had a go at that but it was useless. In the end I was at the gate for about an hour before Dad arrived.

Hello, my sister, Libby, also your daughter, is snogging a potato in my bed. What are you going to do about it?' Dad started yelling uncontrollably. I wonder if he is having the male menopause? If he starts growing breasts, I will definitely be running away with the circus.

I don't know what's going on with Mum and Dad, but it's weird. Mum keeps asking Dad to do things and he keeps doing them Unfotunately, she hasn't said 'Hand over your money and make your way to Europe!

I am so depressed and bored I may even have to do some homework.

16.00 uur: Net ontdekt dat Libby mijn laatste maandverbandjes gebruikt heeft als hangmatten voor haar poppen. 16.30 uur: Ze heeft ook al mijn foundation op haar panda gesmeerd, zijn hoofd is nu helemaal beige. 17.00 uur: Ik heb geen foundation meer en ook geen geld. Ik ben bang dat ze eraan gaat. 17.15 uur: Nee. Rust. Ohmmmmmm. Innerlijke rust.

I can't believe the poo-osity of my life!

When Mutti and Vati came in I didn't speak to them. I just unfurled the CAT MOLESTERS banner I had made." ? Louise Rennison, Knocked Out by My Nunga-Nungas

Mi értelme Shakespeare-nek? Tudom, hogy zseni meg minden, de állandóan csak károg. - De csitt, mi fény nyilall az ablakon? A rohadt Hold, az isten szerelmére. Szedd össze magad, Vili!

What in the name of Buddha's bra is he going on about now?

Libby carried on singing and wiggling around in Mum's arm, and then Mum noticed me. Being in my bedroom. "What are you up to, Georgia? Why are you in here?" I said, "Not that anyone notices, but this is actually my room. You know, for me to be in. I was in bed, as it happens." Mum said as she went out, "Oh you must be sooo tired, all that lip gloss and mascara to carry round all day." Vair vair amusing. Not.

Democrats are running around like they found a hair in their biscuit.

Poor people wait a lot. Welfare, unemployment lines, laundromats, phone booths, emergency rooms, jails, etc.

By late afternoon I'm ready to strangle Riva Chirenko's daughter. I don't know her name. Nobody calls her Mrs. Tomanovich. She's Mr. Tomanovich's wife. Riva's daughter. Irena Tomanovich's mother. She's what's wrong with all of us women, that schleppe from the steppe. But at other times it is this same woman, Riva Chirenko's daughter, that I respect, revere. If I could only accept as she has done, just accept. Acceptance is faith, Henry Miller said. I could strangle him too.

I told her funny stories about our mother. How once she tried and tried to open a bag of Granny Goose potato chips, then gave up. "Life is just too damn hard," she said and tossed the bag over her shoulder.

I get mad at everyone because they are working, living. Sometimes I hate you because you're not dying. Isn't that awful?

and at night my dreams are full of the cursing of me fucking god fucking me.

Anger is like those ruins which smash themselves on what they fall.

He shut his eyes. "What an idiot I was up there. Stupid, naïve . . . and slow, slow, slow to understand." "Honest, perhaps?" Dobrowski said. Halperin was angry, but not with Dobrowski. "Isn't honesty in a situation like that plain stupidity?

the fact that I'd really like to be reading Persuasion right now instead of latticing pies, the fact that I never seem to get past Anne's first reunion with Captain Wentworth lately, because Jake interrupts, the fact that all the older kids were the same, the fact that I have to hide out like Anne Frank almost, to read anything, the fact that I should have a little closet to go to, with a chair, a lamp, and a lock on the door, the fact that I guess it's called a bathroom,