Quotes About Coping

Yes, liquor is the thin white coat of paint you wash over the cracks in your foundation. Makes any rotten house livable for a few hours. Sometimes days.

He is healthy, physically, his body is fine. But his mind, well, it seems he encountered realities greater than he could bear. Many people need the certainty of solid walls and clear windows, but then they meet mysteries they cannot solve." The priest knew this all too well. "Yes, there are many." "And when they envelop and overwhelm you, well, if you are not prepared…" He gestured toward Bemm.

Narcissism and self-deception are survival mechanisms without which many of us might just jump off a bridge.

In her fantasy, the unknown actress cast herself as a celebrity coping with the chore of recognition and being pestered for photos.117 In reality, little had changed since she left school.

Denial is a strong if imperfect defense.

We do just about anything to avoid pain and preserve a sense of self, and this compulsion often results in us creating psychological defenses.

The drinking is only a Band-Aid to cover his hurt, his loneliness, his anger, his frustration, or whatever. If we simply take the bottle away, John, will find another external "solution" in attempt to fill that need.

When I was seven my parents divorced. My father went to Dallas. My mom fled to the shelter of my grandparents in a strange central Ohio town of 22,000, Wooster. When it looked like I was growing up to be a wimp I was forced to live with my father, which I did not want to do.

A doctor once told me that with crying you aren't sure what its derivation is. If someone comes at you with a knife, you don't cry: you scream, you try to run. When it's over and you're OK, that's when you cry.

My nightmare is that I don't want to be OK.

A great mantra to have, whether you're breaking up with your boyfriend or you lose your job, or something changes that you didn't anticipate - which is a fact of life, and very much a fact of running a business - is: 'I was OK before this, I will be OK after this.'

If I've got food and water, as long as I can exercise my mind and keep it nimble, then I'll be okay.

I've been told by people that it's okay to cry but, you know what, it's been used against me.

So I just sat in bed for six months - I literally didn't leave the house - and it was the first time that I'd actually experienced being depressed. I'd be sad on and off but I'd never experienced actual depression. Like, crying for no reason. It was really horrible.

I learned that, with grief, you have to take it one day at a time and learn how to find the happiness amid the heartbreak.

Things are not as we would like them to be. There is only one way to deal with it, namely to try and be all right oneself.

Creativity, for a lot of young people, is a coping mechanism. It's the only place they feel comfortable. It's the only time they feel like they're being heard or can make a difference, is if they can go into a room and do a drawing or go to a garage and play a song or retreat to this world.

It's not onstage as often anymore, but whenever I got anxious, I used to talk a lot more, and I wouldn't even know what I was saying... it was so bad. If I just talk myself through something, even if it's just talking about nothing, it usually gets me out of it.

I will say that, I, being a Jew, experience unease before I go onstage; and after I go onstage, and in general. But luckily the forty-five minutes to an hour that I'm onstage I usually forget everything else and I just press play.

When you lose someone you have two choices. You can stay stuck where you are or you can say, 'I am now on my own, my life has changed and I need to change the way I operate.'

Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me. I hate it. Why? said the younger man wearily. Because, said Lord Henry, passing beneath his nostrils the gilt trellis of an open vinaigrette box, one can survive everything nowadays except that.

The world falling apart isn't an excuse to take up bad habits...

I clamped down on the sick, hurt feeling inside that threatened to make me burst into tears. My eyes dried instantly. I was good at hiding tears. I should be; I'd had three years to get good at it.

He knitted a good deal, he would tell you if you asked him, to keep himself from smoking, adding that he also smoked a good deal to keep himself from knitting.