Quotes About Frustration

He'd never have to know why I made it, a negative energy cake, and at least it would keep him quiet for a while, because the roof of his mouth would be all clogged up, the fact that where's all this aggression coming from, dear me, the fact that unless you're upbeat enough, and immune to criticism, you're just a sitting duck if someone makes a single untoward remark.

Fucking Nick

There's no place to put the furniture. I was born in a little village in Germany. I can dream and imagine this new world, but I can't live in it.

And sometimes, he was less lucid. He'd run around his cell like a caged animal; he'd rock back and forth; he'd swing from topic to topic as if it was the only way to cross the jungle of his thoughts.

Who spit in your porridge?

The moral of this story is that sometimes, you can attempt to make all the difference in the world, and it still is like trying to stem the tide with a sieve.

Chase every rung of possibility, and you still get absolutely nowhere.

For the first time in my life I begin to understand how a parent might hit a child ..it's because you can look into their eyes and see a reflection of yourself that you wish you hadn't.

The old man was cranky, bitter bastard, but it's the thorn in your side that leaves the biggest hole.

I asked her sister for a cell number, at least, but something tells me that 401-GO2-HELL is out of service.

You want to do something about it - take action, scream at them, tell them they're idiots - but you can't. Being on the fringe is the most disempowering feeling. You get so used to the world being a certain way, there seems to be no escape from it.

I'm the kind of person you want to kill.

I am angry at myself, at the world, but because it is easier, I lash out at him.

Having to face him at a competency hearing is like getting to hell and finding out that the only food available is raw liver-insult added to injury.

As it turns out, public defenders are less Superman and more Sisyphus, and there's no small number of lawyers who wind up crushed under the weight of the infinite caseloads and the crappy hours and the shitty pay.

Her mind is running in circles, like a gerbil on a wheel, the same way mine is. Chase every rung of possibility, and you still get absolutely nowhere.

not for the first time I think that someone's enterprising idea of therapy is another person's frustrated hell.

I suppose there's only so many times you can take being rebuffed before you need some validation.

She had pictured suicide as a final statement, a fuck you to the people who hadn't understood how hard it was for her to be the Josie they wanted her to be.

Why do you always get the tired ones when you're ready and the randy ones when you're tired?

Everything had gone wrong, nothing made sense, why why why why?

It was the kind of talk that made me want to break off a limb and take to whacking her and that bunch of hypocrites across the back of the head.

That's love for you. When it's good, it's magic. When it isn't, it just pees all in your soup.

I'm so bored I could sing to my dick.