Robert Snodgrass Quotes

No one was more shocked or angry than I was when we didn't find the weapons. I had a sickening feeling every time I thought about it. I still do.

I was banned when I feel I was at my peak, and anyone in my shoes would feel the same way I did and would also have gone through the whole range of emotions that I did.

I hate it when people say, Mary Elizabeth, this may be hell, but the movie is going to be sooo good.

I was very bitter, frustrated, hurt, angry - I went through all types of emotions when I first was out of the WNBA.

What hurt most were the people who came up to me and said they lost $1,000 on me. It just makes you mad.

And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.

I hate you all because you destroy my dreams!

I have never been So insulted in all my life I could swallow the seas To wash down all this pride First you run like a fool Just to be at my side And now you run like a fool But you just run to hide.

It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.

Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.

By all means give vent to your anger, let it out in nondestructive ways--if you are still deciding to have it. But begin to think of yourself as someone who can learn to think new thoughts when you are frustrated, so that the immobilizing anger can be replaced by more fulfilling emotions. Annoyance, irritation, and disappointment are feelings that you will very likely continue to experience, since the world will never be the way you want it. But anger, that hurtful emotional response to obstacles, can be eliminated.

Expectations are resentment waiting to happen.

Life's disappointments are harder to take when you don't know any swear words.

If we haven't a grouch against Fortune, we seem unable to avoid one against ourselves.

For what is delusion but the prelude to hurt. And what is hurt but the prelude to rage.

I could only stare, any sense that maybe I understood him evaporating as it always did. I'd glimpse something underneath, and he'd snatched it away so fast it left bruises that called me a fool for hoping for more.

You're trying your damndest, you strike out and they boo you. I act like it doesn't bother me, like I don't hear anything the fans say, but the truth is I hear every word of it and it kills me.

And after all this time that you still owe, you're still a good-for nothing I don't know.

I thank you for nothing, because I understand nothing.

My experiences thus far had me planning to throttle the first Tudor historian I met upon my return for gross dereliction of duty.

When you're too mad and too rattled to see straight, you're bound to make mistakes. You can't go on and on for years being miserable about a situation and not have it change you. You get so you can't stand yourself.

Any expectation is what pain is.

I'm weak cause I believe you and I'm mad because I love.

Anger is nothing more than an outward expression of hurt, fear and frustration

I knew it... I'm surrounded by assholes!