Quotes About Coping

Literature is a defense against the attacks of life. It says to life: You can't deceive me. I know your habits, foresee and enjoy watching all your reactions, and steal your secret by involving you in cunning obstructions that halt your normal flow.

One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better.

In the mornings I awoke with salty crust of tears around my eyes--my grief struggling to surface when I was in my weakest, lost in sleep. But by day I would not allow myself to feel. My misery was muted; it had to be. If I faced it in earnest, I would truly drown.

Of course you can go on. It's what we do. We go on. Learn how to live with the suffering we're dealt.

Sometimes when you're upset it's so easy to forget what's real and go for what makes you feel better. (131)

Grief carries its own antidote along with it.

That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.

There are three modes of bearing the ills of life: by indifference, by philosophy, and by religion.

Then trust me there's nothing like drinking, So pleasant on this side of the grave: It keeps the unhappy from thinking, And makes e'en the valiant more brave.

He was too well accustomed to suffering, and had suffered too much where he was, to bewail the prospect of change very severely.

There is prodigious strength,' I answered him, 'in sorrow and despair.

Les drames les plus atroces résistent mal aux gestes familiers de la vie quotidienne.

Getting a comedic view of your situation gives you spiritual distance. Having a sense of humor saves you.

If an optimist had his left arm chewed off by an alligator, he might say, in a pleasant and hopeful voice, "Well, this isn't too bad. I don't have my left arm anymore, but at least nobody will ever ask me whether I am right-handed or left-handed," but most of us would say something more along the lines of "Aaaaah! My arm! My arm!"

I made some studies, and reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it. I can take it in small doses, but as a lifestyle I found it too confining. It was just too needful; it expected me to be there for it all the time, and with all I have to do— I had to let something go.

To many, the cigarette is a portable therapist.

Write something, even if it's just a suicide note.

When we commit to action, to actually doing something rather than feeling trapped by events, the stress becomes manageable.

You needed someone to vent to, and I had enough distance from it that it didn't weigh me down. I could commiserate and walk away.

I didn't cry when they buried my father - I wouldn't let myself. I didn't cry when they buried my sister. On Thursday night, with my family asleep upstairs, my eyes filled as Agassi and Marcos Baghdatis played out the fifth set of their moving second-round match.

What they're doing down there is mourning. As millions of people across the infinitude of the grid shall always be mourning, coping with every imaginable variation of loss. Every loss deserves a telling.

There is no such thing as a stress-free life. No evidence has ever been presented which suggests that a stress-free life can ever be achieved. Stress can be managed, relieved and lessened, but never eliminated.

Il est des épreuves que l'on ne surmonte jamais vraiment .. Mais auxquelles on survit, malgré tout.

Su endurecimiento fue un mecanismo de defensa. Mientras más duro, menos heridas. Más duro, menos vulnerabilidad. Más duro, menos sumiso contigo.