Quotes About Frustration

Ter que pagar pelos próprios sonhos deve ser o pior dos desesperos.

The terrible thing about having New York go stale on you is that there's nowhere else. It's the top of the world. All we can do is go round and round in a squirrel cage.

Hello. I want to speak to Mr. Jack Cunningham please. . . . Hello. Is this Mr. Cunningham's office? Mr. James Merivale speaking. . . . Out of town. . . . And when will he be back? . . . Hum." He strode back along the hall. "The damn scoundrel's out of town." "All the years I've known him," said the little lady in the round hat, "that has always been where he was.

And finally, at age seventy, having distinguished himself as a brilliant Secretary of State, an independent President and an eloquent member of Congress, he was to record somberly that his "whole life has been a succession of disappointments. I can scarcely recollect a single instance of success in anything that I ever undertook." Yet

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He said, I suppose there are people who are purely moved by great art. I never met a painter who was. I'm not. All I think of when I see that picture is that it has the supreme mastery I have spent all my life trying to attain. And shall not. Ever.

She was trying to write a novel, it was so slow, you had to destroy so much and start again; so hard to discover whether one was really a writer or just a victim of a literary home environment.

CunoaÈ™terea nu m-a f?cut fericit, m-a cuprins o furie surd? împotriva legii evoluÈ›iei, care acceptase ca în una È™i aceeaÈ™i minte s? existe atâta sensibilitate È™i atâta stâng?cie totodat?. În mine se revolta propriul eu ca un iepure în capcan?.

Her ÅŸeyi olduÄŸu gibi kabullenmek gerekiyordu. Ama evrim yasalar?n?n bu kadar büyük bir duyars?zl?kla, bu kadar büyük bir sakarl???n ayn? zihinde var olmas?na izin verdiÄŸi düÅŸüncesi beni ç?lg?na çeviriyordu. Egom kapana k?st?r?lm?? bir tavÅŸan gibi c?yak c?yak ba??r?yordu.

A man assumes that her sudden change of mood is based solely on his behavior. When she is happy he takes credit, but when she is unhappy he also feels responsible. He may feel extremely frustrated because he doesn't know how to make things better. One minute she seems happy, and so he believes he is doing a good job and then the next minute she is unhappy. He is shocked because he thought he was doing so well.

Men do become very emotional when they have a big upset.

I hear women say this. Instead women would often complain: He doesn't listen; he is inattentive; he is no longer romantic; he doesn't complement me; he is less affectionate; or he is self-centered. When considering divorce, a woman would say, "I give and give, but I don't get back. I have nothing left to give." This is a far cry from a man's basic frustration that his wife is just not happy and as a result he feels like giving up.

We cuss them because we're not good enough for them. We hate them because they wouldn't look at us, couldn't be bothered to give us an interview. I guess there's a Trent & Brent in every city, in every field. I didn't make it and I don't belong, so I'll just go through life hating them.

Dear Mrs. Black: On seven prior occasions this company has denied your claim in writing. We now deny it for the eighth and final time. You must be stupid, stupid stupid, stupid!

He tried to smile at President Morgan, but he wanted to say something like: You are without a doubt the most limited politician I have ever encountered. Only in America could a moron like you make it to the top.

The gate was packed with weary travelers, most of them standing and huddled along the walls because the meager allotment of plastic chairs had long since been taken. Every plane that came and went held at least eighty passengers, yet the gate had seats for only a few dozen.

Sam, who had not had the chance to bitch and yell at them for two weeks, unloaded in the locker room and everyone felt better.

He ordered another glass of rosé, and the second one proved as ineffective as the first.

Lacy had no idea of their frustration. For five months now, every lead had gone nowhere. Every Crime Stopper's tip had done nothing but waste more time. Every new theory had eventually petered out. Verno's murder was so carefully planned that there had to be a reason for it, but motive eluded them. Little was known of his unremarkable past. On the other hand, they were convinced that Dunwoody had simply picked the wrong spot.

I cursed Mister for derailing my life. I cursed Mordecai for making me feel guilty. And Ontario for breaking my heart.

Look, Gunther, it's great to see you, as always. But the last thing I want to hear today is a steady stream of bitching about my life. Car included. Got that?" "Wow, Sis. You wake up on the wrong side?" "I did.

Oh yeah. A lot of fun. Staring across the table at five lawyers, all scheming to pounce on every word, every syllable, salivating as they dream of getting more of your money. Why can't your lawyer get the case settled? It should've been over months ago.

Why couldn't he spend a few months fishing for trout in shallow mountain streams instead of sitting through dull classes, or driving to Whitfield for another depressing visit, or worrying about which legal hijinks Burch Dunlap might be cooking

is this?" Wally growled angrily. "Why is everybody