Quotes About Frustration

After a few years of watching the human species make things unnecessarily difficult for itself I have little hope that it will do anything more than survive and continue its cycle of errors.

Humans said one thing with their bodies and another with their mouths and everyone had to spend time and energy figuring out what they really meant. And once we did understand them, the Humans got angry and acted as though we had stolen thoughts from their minds.

I sat where I was, more depressed than ever, hating the whole hopeless, stupid business and wondering whether the human species would ever grow up enough to learn to communicate without using fists of one kind or another.

But if all I had to look forward to was marriage to him and babies and poverty that just keeps getting worse, I think I'd kill myself.

People are setting fires to get rid of whomever they dislike from personal enemies to anyone who looks or sounds foreign or racially different. People are setting fires because they're frustrated, angry, hopeless. They have no power to improve their lives, but they have the power to make others even more miserable. And the only way to prove to yourself that you have power is to use it.

People are setting fires because they're frustrated, angry, hopeless. They have no power to improve their lives, but they have the power to make others even more miserable. And the only way to prove to yourself that you have power is to use

If all I had to look forward to was marriage to him and babies and poverty that just keeps getting worse, I think I'd kill myself.

Were it not for frustration and humiliation I suppose the human race would get ideas above its station.

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.

Yet obscurely I saw that the ultimate cosmos was nevertheless lovely, and perfectly formed; and that every frustration and agony within it, however cruel to the sufferer, issued finally, without any miscarriage, in the enhanced lucidity of the cosmical spirit itself. In this sense at least no individual tragedy was in vain.

had to demand everything out of my new surroundings, and I felt like I'd been cheated.

Myrtle says some men are like that—jealous even of their wives' women friends. Oh, Stephen, why will you try to take the joy out of everything so? Why don't you let me have a little fun in life without all this argument? I get sick to death of it.

I fretted myself about the mistakes of government, like other people; but finding myself every day grow more angry, and the government growing no better, I left it to mend itself.

He felt the pull of investigation and the pull of escape, and swore with frustration.

Hell is the impossibility of reason.

My experience with public libraries is that the first volume of the book I inquire for is out, unless I happen to want the second, when that is out.

De nada sirve que nos tapemos las orejas. Los comentarios, las risitas irónicas, los cascotes que caen de no se sabe dónde, nos atormentan en tal forma los minutos del día y del insomnio, que nos dan ganas de suicidarnos nuevamente.

Il nostro rapporto non è che un contatto epidermico, un esercizio di sesso, una appagante ginnastica, insomma un dialogo da sordomuti.

It made me miserable that I was rapidly becoming an adult and that I was unable to do anything about it.

Es doloroso ser la persona que espera? ¿O es más doloroso ser la persona que hace esperar a los demás? De cualquier manera, no hay necesidad de esperar más. Eso es lo más doloroso.

Even now, I barely have the strength to reread what I've written.

Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late. The thought occurred to me as I lay there. You wait and wait for happiness, and when finally you can't bear it any longer, you rush out of the house, only to hear later that a marvelous happiness arrived the following day at the home you had abandoned, and now it was too late. Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late. Happiness...

Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.

Musical people always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be perfectly deaf.