Quotes About Coping

Never tell your problems to anyone . . . 20% don't care and the other 80% are glad you have them.

I've met a lot of people who've lost their jobs and they still have a sense of humor.

Many people today don't want honest answers insofar as honest means unpleasant or disturbing. They want a soft answer that turneth away anxiety.

Ge kunt soms gedachten hebben die niet te dragen zijn tusschen vier muurkens. Die zoo geweldig groot zijn dat ge aan uw deurken moet, of anders zou uw kop openklakken.

Parenthood anywhere from the heart of Texas to the middle of Manhattan is one long coping with maladjusted personalities, crooked teeth, allergies to goose feathers and lamentable traits inherited from the other side of the family.

Her clothes were filled with safety pins and hidden tears.

This was the great benefit of seeing worse. Fewer things worried him now.

believing sarcasm and rude remarks kept the monsters at bay. They didn't.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be working." "Of course you should. I'm alright." "Even F.I.N.E.?" She laughed. "Especially that." Fucked-up. Insecure. Neurotic. Egotistical.

FINE stands for Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic and Egotistical. I'm FINE.

You've seen worse, you've seen worse, you've seen worse," she muttered to herself. Harriet wondered if that could possibly be true. It was also a strange, though oddly comforting, mantra. One she knew she could use for the rest of her life.

She didn't really let go of everything. Most things, yes. But some she secretly held and hugged and would visit in moments when she needed to be comforted by the unkindness of others.

no easy words of comfort. To do that would be to simply comfort themselves. What Monsieur Béliveau needed was to feel bad. And then he'd feel better. Now,

A Scotch, please, Marie,' said Ruth, suddenly deflating and sinking back into the chair. 'I'm sorry. Forgive me.' She sounded to Gamache like someone used to apologising. 'I suppose I could blame Jane's death for my poor behavior, but as you'll discover, I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.

i will not have him in my brain;there is no room for anyone else in the cakeshop of agony. it's crowded enough in there already.

I have to go to the toilet," I tell Ma urgently after dinner. "You have to go in the woods." "But where?" "Anywhere you can find. Wait, I'll get you some toilet paper." Ma goes away and comes back with a bunch of paper sheets in her hand. My eyes widen in disbelief, "Ma! It's money. I can't use money!" "Use it, it is of no use to us anymore.

The repression of the memory is dependent upon and related to the suppression of feeling, for as long as the feeling persists, the memory remains vivid.

The only reason I have lived so long is that I let go of my past. Shut the door on grief on regret on remorse. If I let them in, just one self-indulgent crack, whap, the door will fling open gales of pain ripping through my heart blinding my eyes with shame breaking cups and bottles knocking down jars shattering windows stumbling bloody on spilled sugar and broken glass terrified gagging until with a final shudder and sob I shut the heavy door. Pick up the pieces one more time.

We get used to seeing the patients ill; even used to them dying. When they do we get upset if we know them. We can't get upset for those we don't know. We have to forget them. We'd all have nervous breakdowns if we didn't.

He knew ? and I knew ? that the only way to get over an illness is to make friends with disease. Not to fight mentally and lose in the inevitable depression that comes with any severe illness.

the fact that there's a lot you have to blank out if you want to get through life...

Throwing yourselves into recovery doesn't mean hiding from grief, pain, misery, aching. It just means you go with the present experience—when these emotions come, you open up to them and let them in—but you choose to get up in the morning and get out in the knowledge that, if you want to win this fight for survival, you've got to step up and take control.

some people very quickly develop a hunger for tools to help them cope with grief, and that there is nothing wrong with the desire for action—for what might be called proactive participation in the grieving process.

The thing about death is that we're all terrified of it happening, and we're devastated when it does, and we go out of our way to pretend that neither of these things is true.