Quotes About Frustration

How come I never have looseleaf?" Richard asked his mother. "How come Holly has everything?" "Because you keep making mistakes," Holly said. "Because you keep wrecking up your paper.

Well I never! And you with a a wife and babe on the way, Colin Moriarity!" The Widow Blackthorne. Groaning inwardly, Fiona steepled her fingers against her forehead and swore to worship the Devil if God couldn't do better than this.

I was both fed up with explaining and desperately craving an explanation.

Trying to fuck you is like trying to French kiss a very small and lively gerbil. With braces.

What the hell are we supposed to do!" Nixon exploded in exasperation. "Paint our asses white and run with the antelopes!

My blood was boiling, which is not a good thing for a coldblood. Dracula was dead. Rex was dying or dead. Breakfast was dying. And I was caring about it all. Meanwhile, that blasted Gunnar did nothing but sit and stare at his teevee all day. He was the reason we were all here, the reason we were suffering and dying, and he barely noticed us. I hissed so hard it hurt.

He had attempted to preserve the skin like a hide, placing it in a solution of water and salt for about a week. He concluded that he must have used too much salt, because the skin broke into pieces and he had to throw it out. "It was very disappointing.

If and When were planted, and Nothing grew." —Proverb

Hello there dandelions, fuck off! Chop go the heads with a cut of the stick excuse me just what do you think you're doing clip clip chop chop aaargh! what the fuck is going on where's our heads? Hee-yup!, I said and away again.

thinking must invariably and without exception generate and sustain fear, despair, malice, loneliness, frustration, countless shades of unhappiness?

It felt like waiting for something to happen. Which has to be the worst part of being young. So many of your decisions aren't yours; they're made by other people. Sometimes they're made badly by other people. Sometimes they're made by other people who have no idea what the consequences of those decisions might be. The bastards.

And right on cue, Viola yells, " TODD! " And I hit him with everything I got - Every bit of her behind me - Every piece of anger and frustrayshun and nothingness - Every moment I didn't see her - Every moment I worried - Everything - Every little tiny thing I know about her - I send it right into the center of him - VIOLA

I feel like I'm at the bottom of a well. I feel like I'm way down this deep, deep hole and I'm looking up and all there is is this little dot of light and I have to shout at the top of my lungs for anyone to hear me and even when I do, I say the wrong thing or they don't really listen or they're just humouring me.

Patience," she says again. But she says it impatiently.

You're helpless to the behaviour but the effort involved is just unbelievable.

WHAT THE EFF IS GOING ON?" I roar, but I don't say "eff", now do I? Cuz it seems the situashun calls for something a little stronger. "WHAT EFFING PLAN?

He walked on angrily to school. He blamed Lily because it was mostly her fault, wasn't it? He blamed Lily, because who else was there?

She shakes her head, fiercely. "You idiot! You stupid fucking IDIOT!" She don't say effing.

You fuck! You fucking fuck! Nobody fucking … You fuck! Fucking talks to me! Fucking tells me. Tells me. Stupid fuck. 'Chemically' fuck! Fuck!

For a moment Jack felt the strongest inclination to snatch up his little gilt chair and beat the white-faced man down with it...

Bast stood in the doorway, practically dancing with irritation. When he spotted the approaching figure he rushed down the street, waving a piece of paper angrily. "A note? You sneak out and leave me a note?" He hissed angrily. "What am I, some dockside whore?

Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process.

Hours later the blank sheet still stared at me, and I beat my fist against the desk in fury and fustration, striking it so hard my hand bled. That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

She was weary and disappointed with all of everything.