Quotes About Frustration

Oh damn! One measly civil war in the entire history of England and I'm on the wrong bloody side!

Forsaken, fucking in the cold, eating each other, lost runny noses, complaining all the time like so many people that we know

He tried his hand at doing some research on the psychology of the stock market, but grew frustrated with the reactions he got from the referees at mainstream finance and economics journals and eventually abandoned the research program.

Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.

Muttering, "Fuck it," he threw his finger away. It hit the wall. He heard the quiet thunk through the sounds of helicopters. Must

There's something wrong with regular people. They're far from being the best creatures in the world.

Across the next two years, they drilled one disappointing hole after another.

He'd meant to forgive his brother, maybe even imagined he had. He'd also meant to learn to trust him, but instead merely fell into the habit of waiting for him to fuck up again.

He clearly regarded finding the glove compartment locked now as a disappointing development. Like arriving someplace for dinner, assuming you'd be welcome, and finding your place setting in the cupboard.

Contemplation was like sitting on a committee that seldom made recommendations and was ignored when it did, a committee that lacked even the authority to disband.

Worse, I have to admit to feeling the jealousy of one crab for another that has managed to climb out of the barrel.

The nurse who came in to take her blood was the same one who'd taken her blood pressure earlier, and she slapped the flesh on Miss Beryl's arm with some annoyance, as if she'd have preferred it to assume some other shape. Miss Beryl knew just how the woman felt.

I don't dislike Gracie. At least I don't dislike her when I think about her. When I'm in one place and she's in another. It's when she's near enough to backhand that back-handing her always seems like a good idea. This is true of several of my colleagues, actually, though they don't bother me in the abstract.

What did it mean that he had so little access to something as straightforward as what he really wanted?

It was Miss Beryl's view that anything involving crowds of jostling bargain seekers wouldn't be a bargain.

It's just that living with him—being married to him— is like being covered with these little cuts all the time. There's no big gash you can show anybody, nothing they'd believe would really hurt. But these damn little nicks, they suck the blood right out of you.

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Maybe I would've been all right if I could've done something I wanted to do. I wouldn't be scared then. Or mad, maybe. I wouldn't be always hating folks; and maybe I'd feel at home, sort of.

organic wish to cease to be, to stop living, seized him. Either he was too weak, or the world was too strong; he did not know which. Over and over he had tried to create a world to live in, and over and over he had failed.

I told Tantalus to go chase a doughnut.

Can't this thing go any faster?" Thalia demanded. Zoe glared at her. "I cannot control traffic." You both sound like my mother," I said. Shut up!" they both said in union.

Oh, come on!' Percy complained. 'I get a little nosebleed and I wake up the entire earth? That's not fair!

Gabe scratched his double chin. Maybe if you hurry with the seven-layer dip...And maybe if the kid apologizes for interrupting my poker game. Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot, I thought. And make you sing Soprano for a week.

That was so completely unfair that I told Tantalus to go chase a donut, which didn't help his mood.