Quotes About Coping

Some things in life are just out of our control. It's what we do about them that counts.

Sometimes it's all you can do," he murmured. "Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out." "Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.

Life's tough, Mia said with a shrug. You play the cards you're dealt or you fold.

You didn't hurt me, the situation did. And now that I know why I felt that way, it won't hurt.

Tragedy doesn't necessarily change us. More often, I think, it just brings out more of who we are—or were—all along.

Every one can master a grief but he that has it. —William Shakespeare

could never explain it to anyone, the way a fear can live inside you. The way it dictates how you think and how you act, what you say, what you don't dare say.

There's no law saying I can't bitch about it first.

Optimism wasn't always a shield against the worst of it, and acceptance wasn't always enough.

She chose a bottle of sauvignon blanc from the kitchen rack and uncorked it. These are trying times. There have been others, and there will be more. She poured three glasses. It's essential that we live while we move through them.

When people break your heart, pride's all you've got left.

A broken spirit is more debilitating than a broken body.

Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.

This is the biggest mistake I could think would save me. I wanted to give up the idea that I had any control. Shake things up. To be saved by chaos. To see if I could cope, I wanted to force myself to grow again. To explode my comfort zone.

Sometimes your best way to deal with shit is not to hold yourself as such a precious little prize.

You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying dying.

Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.

Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

I suppose it's comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.

You can guess this is how men have been handling Eva's hostility for her whole life. Just distract her. Get through the moment. Avoid confrontation. Run away. That's pretty much how we get through our own lives, watching television. Smoking crap. Self-medicating. Redirecting our own attention. Jacking off. Denial.

No matter what else you came up against, if you could smile and laugh while a monkey did you with chestnuts in a dank concrete basement while somebody took pictures, well, any other situation would be a piece of cake

Give me violent revenge fantasies as a copying mechanism. Flash. Just give me my first oportunity. Flash.

So this is why I write. Because most times, your life isn't funny the first time through. Most times, you can hardly stand it.

Anytime some well-meaning person forces you to demonstrate you have no talent and rubs your nose in the fact you're a failure at the only dream you ever had, take another drink.