Quotes About Coping

Comedy gigs are there because you are all in acceptance that the world is not the way it should be. You have to give yourself a break; otherwise, you would sit crying in a darkened room.

Before really high-pressured gigs I tend to freeze and crawl into bed. Under the covers you just feel safe for a little while.

There are times when I cry. I'll sit in the chair and feel the depression, let it seethe. Then it starts to go away, and I find myself laughing, saying, 'Well, that was dramatic.'

I try to cope by doing what I do, what I find purpose and joy in. For me, that has been writing and playing ball. It doesn't make the pain go away, but what else can I do?

I could come in the gym to train with the boys and they'd think I was alright, but I'd go home and sit there crying.

I help a lot in the build up and the long balls as well. But mainly I would say a goalkeeper must be a calm person to cope with the pressure to handle when you make a mistake. I think that's really important and it helps you a lot to develop your skills.

When my father realized he was going blind, he took up golf.

I have cancer. It's in my brain... What are you gonna do about it?

Not every day is a good day for me.

It's normal that you have good moments and bad moments - it is how you deal with it.

Through my fans and my children, my wife, just good people, I'm coping.

Even when things are at their worst, there's a little voice in your head saying, 'Good story!'

I didn't like school at all. I was bullied and didn't have a good time. Boxing was my escapism, and the ring was where I felt best.

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.

I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

To predict the behavior of ordinary people in advance, you only have to assume that they will always try to escape a disagreeable situation with the smallest possible expenditure of intelligence.

I don't run for my physical health, though that's a lucky side effect. I run because I'm tortured inside. I run to soothe the violence in my mind, the depression, the panic, the disappointments, the shame, the frustration, the helplessness against time. You could say I'm running from something... though I'd rather think I'm running TOWARD something. Though I'm probably running just to stay in one place. It seems like most of life is just maintenance, after all.

And I though about people all over the world, having panic attacks. We all must, right? Even those with the soundest of mind must come face to face, sometimes, with the fact that we will die one day. What varies is how we cope with it.

Silent, she thought that poverty was like a sickness you put to sleep inside you, and it didn't hurt too much as long as you didn't move. You grew used to it, you ended up not paying much attention to it as long as you stayed tucked away with it in the dark; but when you took the notion of going out with it in daylight, it became frightening to the sight, so ugly you could not expose it to the sun.

My thoughts went to Mother, who probably wasn't sleeping, either. On nights when we were both troubled—usually about money—we'd each go to the kitchen and find the other there. I'd brew my auntwort tea, which had calming effects, and Mother would build up the fire if the night was chilly. Then we'd sit by the fireplace with quilts over our knees and play guessing games until our yawns came quicker than our ideas.

for Kahlo, painting was a way of coping with being alone. That is, she painted herself as a second self, or 'imaginary companion', because she was so often emotionally alone.

I paint myself because I am so often alone', Kahlo said.24 This statement is usually interpreted as the artist's explanation for using her own face as the model for her paintings. The statement, however, may be read in a different way, implying that, for Kahlo, painting was a way of coping with being alone. That is, she painted herself as a second self, or 'imaginary companion', because she was so often emotionally alone.

My son died from cancer. My granddaughter died from cancer. I have a lot of reasons to think that reality is not a friendly neighborhood. And the stories that I tell distract me, and if I do the job right, they distract people from things that are happening to them that they wish had never happened.