Quotes About Annoyance

It is really irritating to work with irritating people

I don't have pet peeves I have whole kennels of irritation.

I don't have pet peeves like some people. I have whole kennels of irritation.

My wife said to me recently that she hates couples who finish each other's sentences for them. I agreed that it was annoying, but it made me think that perhaps we were missing out on something, so now every time she says anything, I say 'full stop' at the end. I have been doing it for a full week now, and it has really kept the romance alive.

Thomas rolled his eyes. "I never said jack about me being braver than anybody. I'm just sick of hearing people's voices. Yours included." Minho snickered. "Slinthead, when you try to be mean, it's just freaking hilarious.

Their politeness annoyed Thomas. He remembered stories of killers being put to death in the old days. They always got a last meal, too. As fancy as they wanted it. "I want steak," he said, stopping to look at her. "And shrimp. And lobster. And pancakes. And a candy bar." "I'm sorry—you'll have to settle for a couple of sandwiches." Thomas sighed. "Figures.

How often feelings are circular. How embarrassing to be embarrassed. How annoying to be annoyed.

But when she was annoyed with me, she had a cold way of saying "Apparently" in answer to almost anything I said, making me feel stupid. "Um, I can't find the can opener." "Apparently." "There's going to be a lunar eclipse tonight." "Apparently." "Look, sparks are coming out of the wall socket." "Apparently.

Then you've had a good day of it, I suppose. Then you suppose wrong, said Lymond shortly. I've had a damned carking afternoon. A Moslem would blame my Ifrit, a Buddhist explain the papingo was really my own great-grandmother, and a Christian, no doubt, call it the vengeance of the Lord. As a plain, inoffensive heathen, I call it bloody annoying.

My lord, there is an individual—" "Oh, send him away. I can't stand any more individuals.

Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

Much to his annoyance, a thought popped into his mind. It was very clear and very distinct, and he had now come to recognize these thoughts for what they were. His instinct was to resist them.

The term fed up actually comes from falconry. When you train a falcon, you train it by hunger, using it as a tool to manipulate the bird's psychology. So when the bird has had too much to eat, it won't cooperate and gets annoyed by any attempts to tell it what to do. It simply sits in the top of a tree and sulks. It is fed up.

The man who invented the Total Perspective Vortex did so basically in order to annoy his wife. Trin Tragula – for that was his name – was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.

The man who invented the Total Perspective Vortex did so basically in order to annoy his wife. Trin

The man who invented the Total Perspective Vortex did so basically in order to annoy his wife.

Quello che lo irritava di più era il fatto che la gente era solita chiedergli sempre per quale ragione era così irritato.

Speaking of the information superhighway, we have all given each other official permission to administer a beating to whoever uses that accursed term. We're so sick of it!

Miss Marple made a ladylike noise of vexation like a cat sneezing to indicate profound disgust.

Sheila's about the only young girl in this place and she naturally assumes that she ought to have it all her own way with the young things in trousers. Naturally it annoys her when a woman, who in her view is middle-aged and who has already two husbands to her credit, comes along and licks her on her own ground. [...] No, I think it's age daring to defeat youth that annoys her so much!

How often is tittle tattle, as you call it, true! And I think if, as I say, they really examined the facts they would find that it was true nine times out of ten! That's really just what makes people so annoyed about it.

These older people were the limit... They harped on things so.

We had reached Leastways Cottage, and Poirot ushered me upstairs to his own room. He offered me one of the tiny Russian cigarettes he himself occasionally smoked. I was amused to notice that he stowed away the used matches most carefully in a little china pot. My momentary annoyance vanished.

You really have the best opinion of yourself of anyone I ever knew!' I cried, divided between amusement and annoyance.