Quotes About Frustration

As often happened, Charmain began to despair of getting her mother to understand. She's not stupid, she just never lets her mind out, she thought.

No I am not all right!" Chrestomanci said, after five minutes of this. "I have worldwide blisters. I need a shave. I'm tired out and I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast yesterday. Would you feel alright in my position?

I can't wear thethe ! I want my thtwipey oneth !

Sophie's experience told her that tantrums are seldom about the thing they appear to be about.

I was meaning to be kind to you this evening, but you make it very difficult.

I am not,' he said, 'having that lummock-de-troll glunching about this place! Trod on all my tomatoes, he did, last year.

Look at it! It's ginger! I shall have to hide until it's grown out! Despair! Anguish! Horror!

I'm a failure! Garbage! You just never stop to think.

Honestly, David, sometimes when they all start I don't know whether to scream or just walk out into the sunset. [...] - Why don't you do both? Walk into the sunset screaming?

It's like having a head full of holes, in which the perfect repository of words have shamed themselves, he lamented.

Listen, I'd rather lie naked in a plowed field under an incontinent horse for a week than have to read that paragraph again!

They spend their whole lives yelling at the world and each other. They yell at their loved ones, they yell at their enemies, they yell at their dinner, they yell at the big bustling world.

Few things are begun with as much hope as a garden, and it can disappoint in direct proportion to one's anticipation.

Much of what she found charming and refreshing about him at the outset of their relationship now bugged the hell out of her.

but he is a man, hence cannot see how tiresome it is to have explained at length what one has already fully understood.

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We are an impatient culture and an impatient electorate.

Stifling hope is a hopeless business.

I do a job which I ought to find satisfying, and it leaves me bored and empty. A diet of milk and honey, when you have teeth, he observed.

Never have I felt so separate from her. And I regret to say that there were moments when my deep and loving pity for her merged into a desire to kick her fairly hard.

You're the kind of child who might develop a passion for Bach. I told him I hadn't at school. The one Bach piece I learnt made me feel I was being repeatedly hit on the head with a teaspoon.

she is a girl who cannot walk her troubles off, or work them off; she is a girl to sit around and glare.

I wish I could find words--serious, beautiful words--to describe it in the afternoon sunlight; the more I strive for them, the more they utterly elude me.

I stood there ringing the bell and banging on the door, feeling I could make someone be there, knowing all the time that I couldn't.