Quotes About Coping

But too much stress causes the suspension bridge to collapse, the string of the violin to snap, and the drum head to burst. And stress can kill you.

but sometimes we have to make the best of things, and the way we conduct ourselves when the chips are down...

It was a place where, if troubles did not vanish, they were made bearable.

Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble.

If I relaxed my body now, I'd fall apart. I've always lived like this, and it's the only way I know how to go on living. If I relaxed for a second, I'd never find my way back.

At times like this, adults need a drink

Things like this happen sometimes in our lives," I told him. "Inexplicable, illogical events that nevertheless are deeply disturbing. I guess we need to not think about them, just close our eyes and get through them. As if we were passing under a huge wave.

But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

It's important in life to get used to losing.

Still, being able to feel pain was good, he thought. It's when you can't even feel any pain anymore that you're in real trouble.

You're not telling me anything I don't know already. 'Relax your body, and the rest of you will ligthen up.' What's the point of saying that to me? If I relaxed my body now, I'd fall apart. I've always lived like this, and its' the only way I know how to go on living. If I relaxed for a second, I'd never find my way back. I'd go to pieces, and the pieces would be blown away. Why can't you see that? How can you talk about watching over me if you can't see that?

the world could end in any number of ways, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. The only choice any of us has is what to do if we're still here after it happens. Do we die a little death every day ourselves or do we reach for someone's hand and dance again?

Your superhuman power was to be able not to feel. Is it there inside everybody, this self that comes out while you are in captivity? You become the closest approximation of yourself that can tolerate living there.

A woman has her needs. What good is a mother to her poor children if she's suffering from low self-esteem and sexual frustration? If you don't get laid soon, you will literally close up. More importantly, you will shrivel. And you will become bitter.

I have often thought that poetry is a way to name loss, but it cannot accompany one on the journey of loss.

For me, writing is a kind of coping mechanism.

When things were not going right for me, writing was the only thing that kept my equilibrium right, it has always been a do-it thing when I feel sad or lonely or low.

I'm always writing from some difficult place and seeing how the character survives... or doesn't.

I think depression creates in me an urgent need to write, but I also believe that daily stress, and even the positive 'stress' of intense happiness, can compel me to express myself through the written word.

Growing up, I never expressed myself to nobody. I never told nobody when something was wrong.

'Mean' is a song I wrote about somebody who wrote things that were so mean so many times that it would ruin my day. Then it would ruin the next day. And it would level me so many times, I just felt like I was being hit in the face every time this person would take to their computer.

Do you know why Albert Camus was so prolific? He wrote to keep from screaming.

Yeah, all those things, responsibility, pressure. It's a bit stressful. I try and come to terms with it by not thinking about it.