Quotes About Annoyance

but you have been in my hair for the last fourteen days, and I shall be very glad to get you out.

It's an odd thing but when you tell someone the true facts of a mythical tale they are indignant not with the teller but with you. They don't want to have their ideas upset. It rouses some vague uneasiness in them, I think, and they resent it. So they reject it and refuse to think about it. If they were merely indifferent it would be natural and understandable. But it is much stronger than that, much more positive. They are annoyed. Very odd, isn't it.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

Miss Manners has always believed that people who do not acknowledge presents are annoyed at receiving them, and she respects that preference.

Some people can sometimes really invade your space and kind of never leave you alone.

Yes?" "When you said you weren't angry..." "Yes?" "Were you?" "I was rather annoyed," he admitted. "But not angry?" She sounded as if she didn't believe him. "Believe me, Henry, when I get angry, you'll know." "What happens?" His eyes clouded over slightly before he answered. "You don't want to know." She believed him.

The interesting thing about advertising is that the things that annoy us sometimes about it are really human. It's us looking at ourselves - and like all human endeavors it's imperfect.

A Belgian motorist was complaining that his turn signal had been defective and was going :"once it worked!, once it didn't work!, once it worked!, once it didn't work!, once it...."

Sometimes he'd get annoyed at it, want to be left alone, wished he'd gone skateboarding, but mostly not.

I hate sand. It just fucking sticks to me and makes me uncomfortable.

Get off my phone! What's on your mind, pal!

Fagbenle looked annoyed. "I'd like to continue my questioning." "And I'd like to tongue-bathe Hugh Jackman," Hester said, "so both of us are going to have to live with a little disappointment.

Certain things just rub me the wrong way.

If you subscribe to any online service, whether it be AOL, Google, Yahoo, or the Huffington Post, have you noticed that you are forced to watch a seemingly endless ad before the video story appears about a news item that caught your eye? AOL and the Huffington Post are especially annoying.

You get annoyed about things in real life, and then the tragic thing is that while you are moaning on the awful injustice and suffering of something, something grimly comic will then strike you about it, like a parasite feeding off the misery of the world.

I don't really have any traits that I deplore. I get annoyed with myself sometimes, but that's about it.

I hate it when people come up to me on trains and ask 'Are you Soulja Boy?' If people want pictures or autographs, that's cool, but I don't like the dumb questions.

Ä°nsan etraf?na rahats?zl?k veriyorsa hiçbir iÅŸe yaram?yor demektir.

Where are you flying off to?' inquired Viola, rather sulkily; few sights are more annoying when we feel lazy than that of somebody bounding upstairs.

Truth be told, ginormous portions have become a pet peeve of mine.

When someone shouts 'Skins' at you, its funny the first time. But after a hundred times, you think, 'I do have a name.'

Nothing infuriated Ramona more than having a grown-up say, as if she could not hear, that she was worn out.

Ramona made a face. "Mother, do you have to say that every single morning?" she asked in exasperation.

An Australian fly will try to suck the moisture off your eyeball. He will, if not constantly turned back, go into parts of your ears that a Q-tip can only dream about. He will happily die for the glory of taking a tiny dump on your tongue. Get thirty or forty of them dancing around you in the same way and madness will shortly follow. And