Quotes About Coping

But it can put a lot of pressure on a person to be told they need to be strong.

We battled in secret, undeclared, and after a while I no longer fought back because I never won. The only defense was flight, invisibility.

He drowned his sorrows, though like other drowned things they had a habit of floating to the surface when least expected.

I remember adapt," says Toby. "It was another way of saying tough luck. To people you weren't going to help out.

At the time I thought, Why cry, you should be happy, you got out. But after all that's happened to me since that day, I understand why. You hold it in, whatever it is, until you can make it through the worst part. Then, once you're safe, you can cry all the tears you couldn't waste time crying before.

You need to be strong. They were trying to make things better. But it can put a lot of pressure on a person to be told they need to be strong.

Why cry, you should be happy, you got out. But after all that's happened to me since that day, I understand why. You hold it in, whatever it is, until you can make it through the worst part. Then, once you're safe, you can cry all the tears you couldn't waste time crying before.

You hold it in, whatever it is, until you can make it through the worst part. Then, once you're safe, you can cry all the tears you couldn't waste time crying before.

Don't cry any more, she tells herself. Just do one thing at a time. Get from hour to hour and day to day like a frog jumping lily pads.

What to do with such a sorrow? It was like an enormous black cloud boiling up over the horizon. No: it was like a blizzard. No: it was like nothing he could put into language. He couldn't face it head-on. He had to transform it, or at the very least enclose it.

Every move I make is sodden with unreality. When no one is around, I bite my fingers. I need to feel physical pain, to attach myself to daily life.

The instinct to soothe, to make it better. There there, she'd say, as he woke from a nightmare. Things are so hard for you. All this she would have believed, because otherwise how could she have kept on living?

We rarely choose what is subtracted from our lives, but we can choose how we respond. How we reorganize our lives in order to move forward.

It's a poor person and a poor nation that sits down and cries because life isn't precisely what they expected it to be.

If a problem has no solution, it may not be a problem, but a fact - not to be solved, but to be coped with over time.

I can handle the craziness some of the time, maybe most of the time. But I know I can't handle it all of the time.

Yes, photography saved my life. Every time I go through something scary, traumatic, I survive by taking pictures.

Poetry, for me, is the answer to, 'How does one stay sane when private lives are being ransacked by public events?' It's something that hangs over your head all the time.

One breath at a time. One day at a time. Wake up, and be shredded. Cry for a while. Then stop crying and go about your day. You're not okay, but you're alive, and you will be okay, someday.

With Alexander's cancer, I was definitely brought to my knees for the first time because of the fear factor.

We didn't have counsellors rushing around every time somebody let off a gun. You just got on with it!

It's fine therapy for people who are perpetually scared of nameless threats as I am most of the time — for jittery people.

For me mindfulness is like building a house, so the next time the tsunami that is depression comes I'll have a structure in place to resist it.

Nobody is strong 100 percent of the time, or falling apart 100 percent of the time; sometimes you're doing both at once.