Frustration Quotes

I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.

I am always behind the shopper at the grocery store who has stitched her coupons in the lining of her coat and wants to talk about a 'strong' chicken she bought two weeks ago. The register tape also runs out just before her sub-total. In the public restroom, I always stand behind the teen-ager who is changing into her band uniform for a parade and doesn't emerge until she has combed the tassels on her boots, shaved her legs, and recovered her contact lens from the commode.

The real destroyer of inner peace is fear and distrust. Fear develops frustration, frustration develops anger, anger develops violence.

What the hell is wrong with him now?

A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.

Having been a chef for some many years, I understand what it's like to work really, really hard to get good at something, only to have someone piss all over it.

Learn how to turn frustration into fascination. You will learn more being fascinated by life than you will by being frustrated by it.

I think it is the most important subject facing this country, but I cannot get any of my ministers to take any notice.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

I just said, you know, this is a great track but this lyric, I don't believe it. It sounds like I'm trying to say something, instead of it naturally coming out of me, like I was saying something that I already knew. Anyway, I can't remember what it was. And either I threw it all out or I threw 90 percent of it out, and kept a line or two. That's happened a couple of times to me. Not too often, but a couple of times. Very aggravating when it does happen.

I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THIS SOCIETY! First they try to murder me then they lie to me!

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer

I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense. It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought feeling after feeling action after action had H. for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an harrow to the string then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead through to H. I set out on one of them. But now there's an impassable frontier-post across it. So many roads once now so many culs de sac.

Anger is a choice, as well as a habit. It is a learned reaction to frustration, in which you behave in ways that you would rather not. In fact, severe anger is a form of insanity. You are insane whenever you are not in control of your behavior. Therefore, when you are angry and out of control, you are temporarily insane.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? ... Or does it explode?

In a letter from Bath to her sister, Cassandra, one senses her frustration at her sheltered existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.

Do something, Congress. Do anything.

You've had your share of secrets and I'm tired of being the last to know

She looked into the staring glass eyes and complacent face, and suddenly a sort of heartbroken rage seized her. She lifted her little savage hand and knocked Emily off the chair, bursting into a passion of sobbing- Sara who never cried.

I wish I had an answer to that because I'm tired of answering that question.

After some while Bilbo became impatient. "Well, what is it?" he said. "The answer's not a kettle boiling over, as you seem to think by the noise you are making.

For a long time I wasn't listening to music, to the rock and roll stuff on the radio, because it would cause me to get sweaty. It would bring back memories I didn't want to know about, or I would get that feeling that I'm not alive 'cause I'm not making it. And if it was good, I hated it 'cause I wasn't doing it. And if it was bad, I was furious 'cause I could've done it better.

It's such a Bore Being always Poor.

I hate learning through experience. Just once I'd like to learn something because someone was nice enough to tell me in advance.

Any systems approaching perfect self-control also approaches perfect self-frustration.

Don't condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.

I want a pit crew... I hate the procedure I currently have to go through when I have car problems.

I had this thought a while ago,"My darling cannot understandWhat I have done, or what would doIn this blind bitter land."And I grew weary of the sun

I resent performing for frisking idiots who don't know anything.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

Never play peek-a-boo with a child on a long plane trip. There's no end to the game. Finally I grabbed him by the bib and said, "Look, it's always gonna be me!"

You're not allowed to park a truck in your driveway. You're not allowed to work on your house on Sunday. The people who enforce these laws are nuts. After I wrote a column on this, I got I don't know how many letters from Coral Gables homeowners, story after story after story, wonderfully horrible stories. And the venom they felt for their own government!

All those little congruences and arabesques you prepared with such delicate anticipatory pleasure are gobbled up as if by pigs at a pastry cart.

I don't play well enough to be allowed to throw my clubs.

To people who make moving ads that block the view of websites: Not only will we not buy from you, but we want shrews to eat your liver.

I hate to cry and I hate to sound like sour grapes, but no one ever listens to me. No one ever hears what I have to say.

Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.

There was a while when I was feeling like, 'Damn, if I'd just been born black, I would not have to go through all this'.

There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind Junior.

Good evening, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Trilling the treble And twining the bass Into midnight ruffles Of cat-gut lace.

Oh, why will parents always appear at the wrong time? Some extraordinary mistake in nature, I suppose.

Come on! I just answered, like, eight questions.

I have wished a bird would fly away,And not sing by my house all day.

I harbor a secret urge to whack a salesman in the face, crack his teeth and put red bumps around his eyes.

If you so choose, every mistake can lead to greater understanding and effectiveness. If you so choose, every frustration can help you to be more patient and more persistent.

Entire new continent can emerge from the ocean in the time it takes for a Web page to show up on your screen. Contrary to what you may have heard, the Internet does not operate at the speed of light; it operates at the speed of the DMV.

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

It's not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them, or anti-immigrant sentiment, or anti-trade sentiment, as a way to explain their frustrations.

One could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low. Then one gave it up; then the idea sunk back again; then one became like most middle-aged people, cautious, furtive, with wrinkles between the eyes and a look of perpetual apprehension. For how could one express in words these emotions of the body? express that emptiness there?

There is nothing more frustrating than a good example.

Damn the subjunctive. It brings all our writers to shame.

If I didn't have my parents to think about I'd have given in my notice a long time ago, I'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what I think, tell him everything I would, let him know just what I feel. He'd fall right off his desk! And it's a funny sort of business to be sitting up there at your desk, talking down at your subordinates from up there, especially when you have to go right up close because the boss is hard of hearing.

I know how to handle women who act like ladies, but my landlady ain't no lady. Sometimes I even wish I was living with my wife again so I could have my own place and not have no landladies.

Frustration is a very positive sign. It means that the solution to your problem is within range, but what you're currently doing isn't working, and you need to change your approach in order to achieve your goal.

Sometimes Howard [Cosell] makes me wish I was a dog and he was a fireplug.

I have a hold limit that I've set for myself. I hold until I start to imagine myself killing the person on the other end. Then I hang up and regroup.

I get offended when people say, 'So, being a white rapper...and growing up white...after being born white...' It's all I ever hear!

It vexes me greatly that having to earn my living has forced me to interrupt the work and to attend to small matters.

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.

I think where I get frustrated at times was the belief that the president can do anything if he just decides he wants to do it.