Sentence examples for our irritation from inspiring English sources

Our irritation is increased each time an initiative falls on its face.

When the "Israelis" repeatedly insisted that we recognise Israel as a Jewish state, our irritation rose further.

The English language is resilient, resistant to manipulation; after our irritation with French foreign policy passes, members of the House of Representatives will go back to gorging themselves on French fries.

If my generation had anything in common as a group (aside from AIDS-phobia: quoth Coolio, " 'A mind is a terrible thing to waste,' that was the slogan/But now it's '95 and it's 'Don't forget the Trojan' "), I would say we were marked by two traits: our dislike of nostalgia and our irritation whenever our barely formed narratives were appropriated and marketed back at us.

Galvanised by our members' irritation at the practice, and together with some redoubtable GPs and midwives, Mumsnet launched a campaign against the presence of sales reps on maternity wards last year, and in time we hope to see this pernicious practice end.

And the game itself serves as a balm for our daily irritations, an escape from life's worries.

It's as if embedded into each difficult feeling is the potential for growing into the opposite feeling: When we move toward fear, we expand our potential for courage, when we say yes to impatience, we grow our patience, breathing into irritation widens our tolerance, and so on.

However, we're only "right" because we decide that it's so and unfortunately, we're often very wrong when our anger or irritation drive us foremost.

What is most striking to Brazilians reading Bishop's poems now, Mr. Jabor said, is her "Calvinist irritation with our shortcomings and endemic problems, mixed with a profound compassion for our suffering and an uncommon love for the fragility of our people that is rarely found in Brazilian poets".

Is there anyone among us who has been immune to the most recent irritation from our nation's new security gurus?

For my boyfriend, Piotr, and me, riding a motorcycle around our home base of New York had been a poetic way to solve a practical problem, turning our commutes from underground irritation to fresh-air inspiration.