Quotes About Frustration

If that child dreaming by the wireless had been asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, what I had become was more or less what he would have described, in however halting a fashion, I am sure of it. This is remarkable, I think, even allowing for my present sorrows. Are not the majority of men disappointed with their lot, languishing in quiet desperation in their chains?

A fight with one's daughter is never less than debilitating.

The true workers all die in a fidget of frustration. So much to do, and so much left undone.

Trying harder doesn't always equal more success; it leads to more frustration, less satisfaction, and giving up.

Bruno had a pain in his stomach and he could feel something growing inside him, something that when it worked its way up from the lowest depths inside him to the outside world would either make him shout and scream that the whole thing was wrong and unfair and a big mistake for which somebody would pay one of these days, or just make him burst into tears instead.

Is it too much to ask for decent transportation during one's lifetime?

What's wrong with you people? he asked, looking at me as if I was clinically insane. What's wrong with Ireland? Are you all just fucking nuts over there, is that it? Don't you want each other to be happy? No, I said, finding my country a difficult one to explain. No, I don't think we do.

Waarom zou vader op zo'n nare plek willen werken met al die buren? Het slaat nergens op.

The frustration of a child's desire to be loved as a person and to have his love accepted is the greatest trauma that a child can experience.

the plight of being old: clearly recalling what it was like to act voluntarily and enjoy life as it came, now trapped in a frame that forbade anything except slow cautious movements

Five reasonably intelligent men sat in a stupor of impotence, repeating wearily the essentials of a problem which they could not solve.

Ours is a world where people don't know what they want and are willing to go through hell to get it. —DON MARQUIS

We the uninformed, working for the inaccessible, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful!

And therefore a giant hammer of pure stupidity lashed out of the screen and felled me again. I lay mewling, clutching my head with my sweaty hands, whimpering for my Mommy to make it stop. MAKE IT STOP! But it did not stop. It. Did. Not. Stop. -- The Desolation of Tolkien

I am like a prisoner who is trying to escape from jail by the wrong route. For all one knows, that door may stand open, although I continue to dig a tunnel with a teaspoon.

Do you realize what that means? Do you know what that feels like? To live for fifteen years on promises and expectations and loans and credits in hotels that aren't fit to live in, never for a single day to be out of debt, and yet to pretend, to feel that every year, every winter, every job, every meeting is going to be the one. To live like this for fifteen years and then to realize that it's never going to end. Do you know what that feels like?

Francis asks Julia if the children couldn't have their dinner earlier. Julia's guns are loaded for this. She can't cook two dinners and lay two tables. She paints with lightning strokes that panorama of drudgery in which her youth, her beauty, and her wit have been lost. Francis says that he must be understood; he was nearly killed in an airplane crash, and he doesn't like to come home every night to a battlefield. Now Julia is deeply concerned.

After five years of marriage he seemed to have been left with nothing to say. It was like being embarrassed by a shortage of money.

When you want them they don't want you, when they want you , you don't want them. But when you both want each other, something has to come along and mess it up.

The worst feeling in the world is when you know that you both love each other but still you just can't be together...

It seems when you want someone, they dont want you. And when someone wants you, you dont want them. And when you both want each other, something has to come around and mess it up.

The only thing I hate about you, is that I can't stay mad at you.

Why is everything with you so complicated? Why do you make it hard to love you? Oh I hate it...

I like you, you don't like me, I give up on you and then you finally decide to notice me.