Quotes About Coping

School was kind of rough for me. People weren't always the nicest with what I was doing.

I'm very emotional. When I went through my first breakup, I thought it was the end of the world, and I thought I was going to die if I didn't have him in my life. It was good to cry it out and just scream, or call my friends in the middle of the night crying.

Ninety-nine percent of getting over a problem is mental.

I have no friends from high school. That was probably the reason I ended up dropping out, and I dealt with that by eating.

Being bald is no fun.

I figure there's no point in stressing about what's out of my control, and all I can do is make the best of what I've got.

En momentos de pena y sufrimiento, te abrazaré y te reconfortaré, tomaré tu tristeza y la haré mía. Cuando llores, yo también lloraré, y cuando te sientas herida, yo me sentiré igual. Y juntos intentaremos controlar la marea de lágrimas y desesperación para seguir avanzando y sorteando las accidentadas sendas de la vida.

I've yet to meet anyone who wants to accept it—but that's pretty much what I'm supposed to do. Because in the end,and no matter how hard it is, acceptance helps people move on with the rest of their lives

For some years I relied on suicidal thoughts to help me go to sleep.

one of the main things that school taught, I realized, was how to lie to get by.

And another way of explaining it is to say that shit happens, and there's no space too small, too dark and airless and fucking hopeless, for people to crawl into.

You just have to smile and take it, otherwise it would drive you mad.

We can't be as good as we'd want to, so the question then becomes, how do we cope with our own badness?

He loved Nirvana, but at his age they were kind of a guilty pleasure. All that rage and pain and self-hatred! Will got a bit...fed up sometimes, but he couldn't pretend it was anything stronger than that. So now he used loud angry rock music as a replacement for real feelings, rather than as an expression of them, and he didn't even mind very much. What good were real feelings anyway?

Linda seemed to recognize loneliness. Possibly she could see it sitting opposite her, sipping lager and trying not to lose its temper. It was an illness, loneliness--it made you weak, gullible, feebleminded.

How do people cope? Do you have to go? What happens if you refuse on the grounds of it being just too fucking grim?

Of course, I have never had to take that long walk again, and my ears have not burned with quite the same fury, and I have never had to count the packs of cheap cigarettes in order to avoid mocking eyes and floods of tears…not really, not actually, not as such. It just feels that way, sometimes.

I'm OK. Really. I can find people. I'll be all right.

He learned to live with the truth. Not to accept it, but to live with it.

The truth is the thing I invented so that I could survive.

After I binged last night -or was it tonight - I was convinced yet again that there were people coming to get me. It was more than just shadows and voices, more than just fantasies....it was real, and I was scared to my core. My bones were shaking...m heart was pounding...I thought I was going to explode. I'm glad I have you to talk to, to write this down. I tried to keep it all together, but then I gave in to the manes and became one with my insanity.

You cannot understand how much patience I need in order not to lose my patience, so that I can withstand all this misfortune all by myself. Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Galatea Kazantzaki wr. c. June 1922

I fly to New York to see my shrink. I walk into her office and burst into tears. I tell her what my husband has done to me. I tell her my heart is broken. I tell her I'm a total mess and I will never be the same. I can't stop crying. She looks at me and says, "You have to understand something: You were going to leave him eventually.

We're all victims of what life deals out. It's how we handle it that's important.