Quotes About Frustration

y luego todo es igual que antes porque la acumulación y el golpe sin destinatario y la asfixia sin boca no son bastante para variar las cosas ni las relaciones, no lo es la repetición, ni la insistencia, ni la ejecución frustrada ni la amenaza, eso sólo agrava pero no cambia nada, la realidad no se añade (...)

We are caught in a growth trap. This is the problem with no name or face, the frustration so many feel. It is the logic driving the jobless recovery, the low-wage gig economy, the ruthlessness of Uber, and the privacy invasions of Facebook.

There is a feeling like anger and betrayal. It is like frustration. It is something interior, ineffable, and it yearns to be effed. I can only emit yells, instead.

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

i think you will be tired of telling me & my dreams to go to hell

For a moment he thought the chair was aligned, but then he decided it was not. He moved it another turn to the right. He tried sitting in the chair now but it still felt peculiar. He turned it again. Eventually he made a complete circle and still he could not find the proper alignment for the chair.

Christ, what I wouldn't give to be something other than a human being.

She was bored with simply being straight-A's Claudia Kincaid. She was tired of arguing about whose turn it was to choose the Sunday night seven-thirty television show, of injustice, and of the monotony of everything.

Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.

THE 4.15 FROM VICTORIA TO Lewes had been held up at Three Bridges in consequence of a derailment and, though John Lexman was fortunate enough to catch a belated connection to Beston Tracey, the wagonette which was the sole communication between the village and the outside world had gone.

Loving her made me ache inside, because there was nothing I could do. No matter how much I loved her, it didn't help. I couldn't make her skin fit.

How I hate everything!

he arrived late at the office, perceived that his doing so made no difference whatever to any one, and was filled with sudden exasperation at the elaborate futility of his life

I have tried hard--but life is difficult, and I am a very useless person.

he could do charming things, if only he had known how to finish them!

The words came out slowly, haltingly, as if they had cost him a struggle. Nan had noticed before now that anger was too big a garment for him; it always hung on him in uneasy folds.

the endless labour of rolling human stupidity up the steep hill of understanding.

He had begun too late to subject himself to the persistent mortification of spirit and flesh which is a condition of the average business life...

she hated the thought of it as one more instance of the perverseness with which things she was entitled to always came to her as if they had been stolen.

Why do you do this to me? she cried. Why do you make the things I have chosen seem hateful to me, if you have nothing to give me instead? No, I have nothing to give you instead, he said, sitting up and turning so that he faced her. If I had, it should be yours, you know.

The whole thing is so far beyond human measure that one's individual rage and revolt seem of no more use than a woman's scream at an accident she isn't in.

You idiot! said his wife, and threw down her cards.

Guy's own erection was so hard it ached, as if it were an angry dog begging to be let out and pawing at the door.

Sainthood to those who labor over a hard cock in vain.