Quotes About Frustration

Donna say no. If you are, do it now and leave me alone. I can't take this, Maggie. You're killing me by small degrees.

Dona say no. If you are, do it now and leave me alone. I can't take this, Maggie. You're killing me by small degrees.

Goddammit. Can't I save you just once ?

I was so mad!

All this navel-gazing is virtually unreadable now—at least it is to me. I wrote things as they were, and I stayed stuck. It's frustrating to read them for that reason. I want to yell, "Get out of there! Quit that job! Leave that guy! Get a new apartment! Speak up!" It's a bit like watching a horror movie and wishing you could tell the girl not to go into the abandoned house alone at night, but of course she does it anyway.

You are driving me crazy," I wail. "Why don't you care?" The last word—CARE—loses elasticity and flattens into another long wail. I am knees on the floor, shoulders on the floor, forehead on the floor. It is the fetal position. I get caught in a loop of feelings. I get louder and louder. I am groping about for the concept of NEGLECT. She is neglecting me. But I can't find the words. I can't catch my breath.

Oh how I hate people!

Ugly and ungainly. The least dependable creature you ever met. Just when you think you understand her, she changes. If only I had a son," he said bitterly. Over and over he disparaged her, and George would have thought that Beatrice would be so used to it, she could not be hurt further. But he saw her neck grow stiffer and stiffer.

Casuarino se intemperou, gasto pela contrariação de Arcanjo Mistura. Vá pentear macacos, seria o impropério apropriado. Não é, porém, coisa que se diga a um barbeiro.

I am dumb when it comes to learning dance steps.

I am sick to death of you just saying your last words and taking off as if I haven't the right to end our conversations.

Passing a healthcare replacement bill is a lot like trying to put socks on a rooster

For two years nobody talked about anything other than the name arrangement. There was no fund-raising and no progress being made on construction and design.

You sick, twisted monster," Sabrina seethed at Pinocchio.

Iiiiiiiidoooooghwannnnagiiiiiiiitupppffff," the little girl grumbled.

Granny, we're not going to make it!" Sabrina shouted, battling the roaring engine to be heard. "I love pancakes, too," the old woman shouted back. I hate this car, Sabrina thought to herself.

I was cast as a drunkard, and at my first rehearsal I came staggering onto the stage, then swayed about a bit. The director held up his hand. "Stop. What are you doing, Michael?" "I'm drunk in this scene," I explained, failing to hide my irritation that it had not been apparent.

One always has a better book in one's mind than one can manage to get onto paper.

This in turn leaves the soul more frustrated and lonely than ever. Thus the primal lie begets destruction—worst of all, it does so in the name of love.

these days there was little room left in Hal's life for his younger brother, and Charlie felt—what did he feel, deep down, when he allowed himself to be honest? Angry, stinking bloody one-bottle-a-time furious—not with Hal, of course, but with life. It hadn't worked out for him, and he didn't understand why.

Looking back, I see now that I accepted as normal the toxic gridlock and learned helplessness our political system teaches.

There's something very beautiful and compelling about someone who has ambition and someone who knows what they want, but it can get a little frustrating at times, so I understand that. I have sympathy for that.

You wish for something, you've wanted it for years, and you're sure you want it, as long as you know you can't have it. But if all at once it looks as though your wish might come true, you suddenly find yourself wishing you had never wished for any such thing.

I worked very hard on those movies but there was some creative connection that wasn't being made.