Quotes About Coping

Everyone handles grief differently.

Who says i can't handle it? I can handle it," said Gregor obviously not handling it.

so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists

How are you managing? And don't say you're fine." It's true. Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.

How do you bear it?" Finnick looks at me in disbelief. "I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

How do you bear it?" Finnick looks at me in disbelief. "I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart." Well, he must know. I take a deep breath, forcing myself back into one piece.

Haymitch? Not able to face something? Wanted a day off, more likely," I say. "I think his actual words were 'I couldn't face it without a bottle,' " says Plutarch.

sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

I feel fine, really. Except for my head, and my leg, and the soreness from the bruises, and the nausea that hit a couple minutes after I ate. Maybe the wheelchair's a good idea.

tengo mucha experiencia en no demostrar mis sentimientos, y eso es lo que hago.

How are you doing with the separation?

De vegades a les persones els passen coses per a les quals, en aquell moment, no estan preparades.

How do you bear it?

I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

We learn to keep busy again. Peeta bakes. I hunt.

Because sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them. Like me, for instance. Right now.

Haymitch isn't among our company. When I ask Plutarch about his absence, he just shakes his head and says, "He couldn't face it." "Haymitch? Not able to face something? Wanted a day off, more likely," I say. "I think his actual words were 'I couldn't face it without a bottle,' " says Plutarch.

I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks. We have our own ways to stay busy,

On my family: My mother buries her grief in her work.

He struggled to get ahold of himself. This had to stop! He couldn't flip out every time he thought about what lay before him. Of all the people he would never see, or all the things he would never do. He would be worthless. Of no use at all. He had to have something in his mind to hold on to. Something that gave him strength.

Because sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

Don't worry. I always channel my emotions into my work. That way I don't hurt anyone but myself." . . . and I'm afraid he has hurt himself beyond repair.

How do you know? How best to ensure his nervous breakdown?" I ask. "Keep going," Christian says. "Just go on as if nothing has happened. We all hate that.

I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress.