Quotes About Frustration

Angrily consume your bacon on the toilet, is my advice.

that was less about the fundamental nature of the visions than the fact Gianni kept interrupting Chen, and she was sick of it.

I'm a seething cauldron of disconnected rage on the inside, Lieutenant.

In a perfect world this wouldn't be necessary, but I don't live in a perfect world, I live in rural Ohio. [Blog post mentioning Internet Access problems where he lives: whateverDOTscalziDOTcom/2019/02/26/smudge-shot-plus-internet-update/]

There is a saying along the lines of not trying to teach a pig to sing because it wastes your time and annoys the pig. I want you to know how many times I have stood in pig-filled rooms, and longed to annoy. I

Whoever had my room last left a big pile of poopfruit on my desk, Niamh yelled, from their room. Seriously, what the actual fuck?

Alan hasn't lost it," I said. "And he's been in as long as I have." "That's true," Keyes said. "What's your answer to that, Rosenthal?" "I'm a seething cauldron of disconnected rage on the inside, Lieutenant.

On the other side of the door, literally and figuratively, were ambassadorial staff and experts and advisors, from Earth, from the Colonial Union, and from the Conclave. If one was quiet, one could feel their combined howling frustration at not being in the room at the moment.

You know what the worst fucking part of that was," Kiva said as they headed to the door. "What?" "Motherfucker ran down jollof rice. It's not fucking banal. I was going to order that.

Despite the fact that he fully intended to be one of them, Marce managed to feel resentment toward them, toward the people who could, in fact, leave their problems behind through the simple application of money.

the Cubs ought to have been demoted to the minor leagues after they went two centuries without a World Series championship.

We can shoot rockets into space but we can't cure anger or discontent.

They come, an' they quit an' go on; an' every damn one of 'em's got a little piece of land in his head. An' never a God damn one of 'em ever gets it.

I seen hundreds of men come by on the road an' on the ranches, with their bindles on their back an' that same damn thing in their heads . . . every damn one of 'em's got a little piece of land in his head. An' never a God damn one of 'em ever gets it. Just like heaven. Ever'body wants a little piece of lan'. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land.

Puts a weight on ya. Goin' out lookin' for somepin you know you ain't gonna find.

If on'y they didn' tell me I got to get off, why, I'd prob'y be in California right now a-eatin' grapes an a-pickin' an orange when I wanted. But them sons-a-bitches says I got to get off-an', Jesus Christ, a man can't, when he's tol' to!

I can just see it all over again. You'll stay around a a year or so and then you'll get restless and you'll make me restless. We'll get mad at each other and then we'll get polite to each other-and that's worse. Then we'll blow up and you'll go away again, and then you'll come back and we'll do it all over again. Adam asked, Don't you want me to stay? Hell yes, said Charles. I miss you when you're not here. But I can see how it's going to be just the same.

You what. Curley's like a lot of little guys. He hates big guys. He's alla time picking scraps with big guys. Kind of like he's mad at 'em because he ain't a big guy. You seen little guys like that, ain't you? Always scrappy?

A man so hurt and so perplexed may turn in anger, even on people he loves.

It was strange to Old Robert that he, who knew so much more than his neighbors, who had pondered so endlessly, should be not even a good farmer. Sometimes he imagined he understood too many things ever to do anything well.

And when a man's feelings are hurt he wants to strike at something, and Abel was in the way of his anger.

Why don't you beat him?

When two men live together they usually maintain a kind of shabby neatness out of incipient rage at each other. Two men alone are constantly on the verge of fighting, and they know it.

And the anger began to ferment.