Quotes About Coping

I gave in to life. I was not defeated but outplayed.

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable. — Maya Angelou

But then again, if I can only attract what I expect, what was I to do with all of the hurt, sadness, sorrow, anger, and fear that had built up as a result of what I had seen

So instead of sucking back some liquid sanity, he smoked the hand rolled down. Then he flicked the stub into the cold fireplace, closed his eyes and cursed three times…

I don't remember, and I don't want to remember. I've been a victim, and once you have, you need to do whatever it takes not to be one again

Can't change what was, she said with a shrug. So you deal with what is

The statute of limitations . . . She's put it behind her. Or I hope she has." She'd have put it behind her, Eve thought, but it was always behind you. In a corner, in the dark. Squatting there behind you and chuckling in its throat.

You get through a crisis by doing what needs to be done next.

People handle pain differently, Peabody said as she bagged the laptop. Like you. You pretend it's not there. Like it's a personal insult and you're going to ignore it so it'll go away. Me, I go straight for the holistic stuff. Early childhood training. But if that doesn't work, it's better living through chemistry. And guys, like my brothers and my dad, they whine. A guy gets sick he reverts to babyhood. Which includes temper tantrums.

Fate deals you a hand, and you play the hand you are dealt. You do not whine, you do not complain. That, he used to believe, was his philosophy. Why then can he not resist these plunges into darkness?

A cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a good liar he was. Such a good one. Everyone thought he was fine because he'd camo'd his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn't angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny. And he'd always smoked like a chimney.

I can't… I find that I can't concentrate. On anything. I can't really…" Rhage's eyes drifted to Zsadist. "How do you live with it? All the anger. The pain. The…

If I can live through the events," she said, "I can get through the memories.

Gallows humor is part of having a doctor in the house. Deal with it.

Great rationalizations. All of which her adrenal gland middle-fingered and then carried right on.

The more you're exposed to trauma, the more hardened you become to it and the safer you are. And that is a really suck-ass fucking equation, but it is the goddamn truth." Butch

I'm going bald!

See, this is how people get paralyzed. They stuff and stuff and stuff, and the triggers keep coming and the layers continue to build until the load becomes too heavy, and they fold.

Still, he forced himself to think of what Mary always said about emotions. You weren't responsible for them and you couldn't control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.

There were times in life when, as much as you wanted to fight for something, you just had to let it go. You didn't have to like the failure. You didn't have to feel really fucking great about the way things turned out. And you certainly didn't walk away from the shit scot-free, without being seriously damaged by the loss, crippled even. But you needed to let that stuff go, because expending the energy wasn't going to get you anywhere, and you might as well get on with getting used to the loss.

If I can live through the events," she said, "I can get through the memories." In that moment, staring across the room at her show of will, he felt a tie to her, sure as if a rope had linked the pair of them chest-to-chest.

the Shitstorm Survivors' Club.

Sometimes composure was all you had; dignity your only consolation; the illusion of all right your sole source of comfort.

Honey, you hurt him and men don't take that well. They shove their emotions deep inside where you can't hurt them again. In many ways they're a lot like women, though they'd deny that.