Quotes About Irritation

JOE COULDN'T STAND the noise. The giant room they

And then it gets so hot that they keep the supermarkets too cold. Hot, cold. Hot, cold. It gives me the runs. Mr. Landowsky

Unwanted honking not only irritates others, but may also end up causing accidents. Drivers lose cool and it may result in road rage.

At a music hall, I'll get upset if someone coughs or if someone's cellphone goes off.

When you hear extraneous noise, they are bored in some way, so it makes me upset. Even coughing, I find, is passive-aggressive, usually.

The stimulation I get from my phone does not feel like the opposite of boredom to me. It actually feels like a different flavor of boredom... a twitchier flavor. And sometimes, it's almost more irritation than stimulation. It's an itch.

I like bothering people and stirring things up.

There has been growing quite a strain of irritating feeling between our government and the Russians and it seems to me that it is a time for me to use all the restraint I can on these other people who have been apparently getting a little more irritated.

Ah! what a nuisance people's people are!

Bat, pigeon, ravens - I don't care about distinctions right now. Any fluttery, flappy thing is not cool with me.

She was a kind-hearted girl, and it irked her to have to be continually acting as a black frost in Freddie's garden of dreams.

Por qué me pican las pulgas y los sargentos literarios?

My irritation with Niles was growing, though. I had always thought the quiet man was the most overrated form of human life.

single insincere phoneme, piss me off? Why can't I ignore her

The Little Drummer Boy was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy seneless with his own drumsticks.

I hate that mouse

Did he annoy me? Yes, he was like a wasp at a picnic.

Anger is short-lived madness.

Anger is a brief lunacy.

Anger is a momentary madness.

Son of a bitch, I'm sick of these dolphins.

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

In my youth, I should have chafed and fretted under the irritation of my own unreasonable state of mind. In my age, I knew better, and went out philosophically to walk it off.

The sad truth is, I am a martyr to my own sense of order. All untidiness, all want of system and regularity, cause me the acutest irritation. My attention is distracted, my composure is upset;