Quotes About Frustration

A wonderful emotion to get things moving when one is stuck is anger. It was anger more than anything else that had set me off, roused me into productivity and creativity.

and beeping, obviously sure that I was either too stupid or too deaf to hear the racket.

Foget Murphy's Law. Nixe's Law: if you were waiting to make a left turn, there was always one oncoming fucktard who sailed through on the red.

Forget Murphy's Law. Nixie's Law: if you were waiting to make a left turn, there was always one oncoming fucktard who sailed through on the red. If you were in a grocery line, whichever line you picked would be run by Nimrod the Wonder-Iguana.

Every time we get to the finish line they move it. Every time.

You couldn't hit the ball with a steam iron today

Whole new level of bullshit, more like," CeeJay said. "What a waste of a penis that guy is.

I didn't know how I could want things so badly while making it impossible to ever get them.

By the time I get through slicin' him up, he'll have two assholes!

I stirred my tea angrily.

She's also showing me behavior I've never even heard of, like passenger road rage.

And this is how otherwise reasonable people end up throwing rocks at one another,

No nap! Mew-eezum!

it is certainly not the chicken pox.

All I want is some man to take delight in me. 5:30? 6:30 A.M. as usual, no cigs. Better a maudlin drunk than a sterile one. My pimples are more like small boils; I have the plague. My lip is split. My tits are swollen and I can't ever sleep. I now breathe with my heart, which skips rope. Back to sex?

El corazón de aquella chica invisible era un puto cubo de Rubik! Por más que lo hacía girar en todos los sentidos, no llegaba a juntar los cuadritos del mismo color en la cara correcta.

Pero se está convirtiendo en un ordenador sin sistema operativo, en un teclado sin Enter, en un triste monitor de fósforo verde, en… —¡Marc!

When anger heats up it folds into fists.

Morgan: How fuckin' retarded do you have to be to get shit-canned from that job? How hard is it to push a fuckin' broom? Chuckie: You got fired from pushing a broom, you little bitch. Morgan: Yah, that was different. Management was restructurin'. Billy: Yah, restructurin' the amount of retards they had workin' for them.

He'd give anything to be out there playing instead of standing here watching. Trying to maintain this smile out of respect. He digs into his wrists some more with his nails. Breaks previously broken skin and pulls away. A smear of blood he wipes away with his other hand, rubs off across his dark jeans. Back home his mom is always on him to stop digging, but that only makes him want to dig more." -exerpt from "Mexican White Boy

So, he was breathing ice now? Great. He couldn't even have dinner with friends without some random new power messing everything up.

Why, oh why had he taken up Debbie's offer of a free personal training session, and today of all days? There was no way he was going to get ripped abs by this evening, and the muscles he suspected he'd torn in his lower back were hardly the same thing.

She wondered how many Dans there were in the world, dreaming of things they would hate if they actually got them.

Soon, I told myself, I would understand what the heavily articulated greeting "get off the fucking road you fucking wanker" actually meant.