Quotes About Frustration

Because of this my progress was frustratingly slow, but I couldn't help but be fascinated. It was like suddenly being given a second tongue. And it was a secret thing, of sorts. I have always had a weakness for secrets.

just another piece of needless God-bothering that wasn't working properly.

I had a lot of anger because I wasn't happy with the way I had been raised.

The Devil never shows up on time for his own staff meetings, preferring instead to make everyone else stew and wait. Sometimes it's a few minutes, sometimes a few weeks. It can get pretty ugly. Considering

Life sucks. This is news why?

Things had to be bad when I was not only conversing with myself, but giving me attitude.

He wasn't supposed to die,' he cried out, somewhat desperately, petulantly, like a spoiled child. But I could hear other thoughts racing between us. Neither are you. Neither am I.

I hate being confined, especially when it's for my own good.

Do either one of you know how to turn this thing on?" I join him and punch a couple buttons on the [printer's] front panel, but nothing happens. "We are pitiful," he says. Elena walks past us, reaches a hand behind the copier, and pushes a switch. The machine begins to hum and glow. "Speak for yourself.

So weak, so little left, time running out. I will be robbed of my old age. I try not to feel bitter about it, but sometimes I can't help myself. Life is shit, I know, but the only thing I want is more life, more years on this godforsaken earth.

The telephone was not his favorite object, and more than once he had considered getting rid of his. What he disliked most of all was its tyranny. Not only did it have the power to interrupt him against his will, but inevitably he would give in to its command.

It was too small a step, somehow, too puny a thing to settle for after having lost so much. So the courtship continued, and the more Tom came to despise his job, the more stubbornly he defended his own inertia; and the more inert he became, the more he despised himself.

When a man feels he has come to the end of his rope, it is perfectly natural that he should want to scream.

Vingt ans, et déjà je me sentais victime d'un sort contraire.

I'd stand still for a few seconds, vainly snapping my fingers with as much hop of catching the beat as a quadriplegic hobo latching on to a moving boxcar.

I'd stand still for a few seconds, vainly snapping my fingers with as much hope of catching the beat as a quadriplegic hobo latching on to a moving boxcar.

Cleaning the bathroom for thirty minutes is unpleasant, but wouldn't it be worse to spend a half hour cleaning a Sisyphean bathroom, one that stayed dirty no matter how much you scrubbed it?

Resentment is trying to change something that is just what it is. When we can't change it, we resent it.

My age and health will never allow me to realize the dream of art I've been pursuing all my life.

A cat probably doesn't say to himself, 'Where did I go wrong? Why wasn't I able to get my idea across?' More likely, Leo's brain reacted very much like the human brain in such a situation, and he thought, 'That damned stupid human. He's too dumb to understand what I was trying to say.

asked by his wife whether he wants to have his bowling shoes laced over or laced under, Archie Bunker answers the question: "What's the difference?" Being a reader of sublime simplicity, his wife replies by patiently explaining the difference between lacing over and lacing under, whatever this may be, but provokes only ire. "What's the difference" did not ask for difference but means instead "I don't give a damn what the difference is.

If I didn't have writing, I'd be running down the street hurling grenades in people's faces.

The confusions and delays prompted this graffito scrawled in the troop space of one of the transports: "Never in the history of human endeavour have so few been buggered about by so many" (495).

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge—and has to content oneself with dreaming.