Hans Christian Andersen Quotes

When I read passages like this, I want to look for the nearest wall to bang my head against.

What the hell is wrong with him now?

It's normal at this point for the fear-anger syndrome to take over and make you want to hammer on that side plate with a chisel, to pound it off with a sledge if necessary. You think about it, and the more you think about it the more you're inclined to take the whole machine to a high bridge and drop it off. It's just outrageous that a tiny little slot of a screw can defeat you so totally.

Does nobody understand?

The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

By-and-large, these are families that are just waiting to get out of here. They are frustrated; I would be, too. I get frustrated at the cash register counter when the paper runs out.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

I was frustrated I couldn't remember stuff, and I got real upset. It was driving me nuts.

Would you like me to go and stick my head in a bucket of water?

If you're gonna drive me crazy baby, drive me to drink.

Could you imagine the way I felt, I couldn't unfasten her safety belt. All the way home I held a grudge, for the safety belt that wouldn't budge.

If one more person tells me this is just like old times, I swear I'll jump out the window.

If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.

I felt the kind of desperation, I think, that cancels the possibility of empathy...that makes you unkind.

I hate this, I want this to stop, how are we supposed to live with this, and how am I supposed to walk away? You’re real and I hate you for it.

Why must I be surrounded by frickin' idiots?

And all you can do is just read," she said. She raised her voice an screamed, "You just read and read and read!" Then she threw herself down on the table and wept.

There are times when one would like to hang the whole human race, and finish the farce.

Well, excuuuuuse me!

They look at someone like me, and I just really get up their nose. I really wind them up.

For God's sake bring me a large Scotch. What a bloody awful country.

I'm not in the being-annoyed business.

If I hear the word 'perky' again, I'll puke.

In some cases, I quite like irritating people who need to be irritated.

If I cry, it's because I'm very angry and I can't do anything about it because I've run into a dead end. That's when the tears would come down.