Quotes About Frustration

Father was pretty good on the telephone; he counted the holes. Even so, Father still got a lot of wrong numbers, and they made him so cross that he invariably shouted to the persons on the receiving end of his calls—as if the wrong numbers had been their fault. "Jesus God!" he would holler. "You're the wrong number!" Thus, in this small way, did my Father and his Louisville Slugger terrorize a portion of New York.

A cripple's life is one of watching others do what he can't do

When you grow up never being good enough, every day's a compromise between what you want to be -- and what you are.

Go dangle your withered parts over the toilet!' Ignatius screamed savagely.

Like a bitch in heat, I seem to attract a coterie of policemen and sanitation officials. The world will someday get me on some ludicrous pretext; I simply await the day that they drag me to some air-conditioned dungeon and leave me there beneath the fluorescent lights and soundproofed ceiling to pay the price for scorning all that they hold dear within their little latex hearts.

Will you please stop screeching like a fishmonger and run along? Don't you have a bottle of muscatel baking in the oven?

Please, go away! Ignatius screamed. You're shattering my religious ecstasy.

I want that Easter Ham. Where's my Thanksgiving Turkey? Miss Trixie snarled

Claude puede ser amable y bueno, y eso no puedes serlo tú, con toda tu política y tus aires de sabio. Con todo lo que he hecho siempre por ti, lo único que tú haces es tratarme a patadas. Quiero que alguien me trate bien antes de morir. Lo aprendiste todo, Ignatius, todo, salvo cómo debe comportarse un ser humano.

Stop knocking that broom against the bar," she screamed. "Goddammit to hell, you making me nervous." "You want quiet sweeping, you get you a old lady. I sweep yawng.

For every nice thing I ever done for you, I just get kicked around. I want to be treated nice by somebody before I die. You learnt everything, Ignatius, except how to be a human being

Ignatius spent the day in his room napping fitfully and attacking his rubber glove during his frequent, anxious moments of consciousness.

One of these days I'm gonna beat him in the face with the butt of my service revolver until an eyeball pops out. These are the thoughts that keep me happy.

Schimpf-los

I'm not very good at handling stupid people. I must admit.

I am not a patient person. My friends and colleagues will confirm this. But, frankly, we should all feel a little more impatient with the state of public education in America today.

The anger I have about high school - which I do have because they discouraged every interest I ever had; actually I call it anti-education - that anger led to my career.

The graduations hang on the wall, but they never really helped us at all.

Our schools are much like our prisons: they disappoint us because they only do what they're designed to do, and it annoys us that they don't do something else!

I had a terrible education. I attended a school for emotionally disturbed teachers.

I've had it with you and your emotional constipation!

The feeling of sleepiness when you are not in bed, and can't get there, is the meanest feeling in the world.

I can become very emotional about math, although I'm not that good at it.

Frustration is an interesting emotional state, because it tends to bring out the worst in whoever is frustrated.