Quotes About Coping

Unaccountably disappointed, Conor did the only thing he could do and took a consolatory bite of his mince pie. Oh well.

Mallory dropped her head to the steering wheel. Look, I'm mad at you, okay? This isn't about me. I know my painful memories are relative. My life is good. I'm lucky. This isn't about how poor little Mallory has had it so hard. I'm not falling apart or anything. He stroked a hand down her back. Of course you're not. You're just holding the steering wheel up with your head for a minute, that's all.

I'm a shaky traveler, she said. I can't even sleep through a flight, I have to be awake for the crash.

I really am all sorts of messed up… Well you're not alone there.

I'm tougher than this." He shook his head. "Somehow it doesn't matter how tough you are. You can be tough as hell and still be leveled flat without warning." She looked at him. "What do you do when you're leveled flat?" "You make a plan, you move on that plan, and you keep breathing

She had to let go of the things she couldn't control. It hurt too much otherwise.

Problem?" Riggs asked. "You mean other than my life sucks and I'm wearing a unicorn onesie?

If you can't stop the bad thoughts from coming to visit, at least you can make fun of them while they're hanging around.

When I'm in turmoil, when I can't think, when I'm exhausted and afraid and feeling very, very alone, I go for walks. It's just one of those things I do. I walk and I walk and sooner or later something comes to me, something to make me feel less like jumping off a building.

I've had a tense couple of days. And I've got to tell you, burning someone's face off sounds like a great way to relax.

I'm dealing with a lot of scary things. I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane.

Body or mind, heart or soul, we're all human, and we're supposed to feel pain. You cut yourself off from it at your own risk.

Fear and anger always come hand in hand. Anger is my hiding place from fear, my shield and my sword against it.

I've always admired your ability to make jokes when faced with adversity.

Same result, only I'd be steam-cooked instead of roasted.

I react badly to fear. I don't usually have the good sense to run, or hide—I just try to smash whatever it is that is making me afraid. It's a primitive sort of thing, and one I don't question too much.

I'm dealing with a lot of scary things," she said. "I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane. Or you become like Martin. Shut off from everything and everyone. Trying not to feel.

When I'm in turmoil, when I can't think, when I'm exhausted and afraid and feeling very, very alone, I go for walks. It's just one of those things I do. I walk and I walk and sooner or later something comes to me, something to make me feel less like jumping off a building.

People who are scared need to laugh, and the scarier things are, the more they need it.

Post-traumatic stress disorder from life-threatening injuries

If you can't stop the bad thoughts from coming to visit, at least you can make fun of them while they're hanging around.

He nodded slowly. "Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka." "That some kind of Russian saying?" I asked. "Have you seen traditional folk dances?" Sanya asked. "Imagine them being done by someone with a bottle of vodka in them. Laughter abounds, and you survive another day." He shrugged. "Or break your neck. Either way, it is pain management.

The harder he ran, the more distance he temporarily placed between himself and his grief.

I admired the way she was staying a single step in front of her madness in the way that so many of us do by merely watching the clock where each tick brings us safely over the lip of the future, our madness a split second behind us.