Quotes About Coping

Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.

I threw up again that night, half-afraid that my eyeballs would explode. But it was, by far, more important that I get rid of dinner. Of course, by then, throwing up was the only way I knew how to deal with fear. That paradox would begin to run my life: to know that what you are doing is hurting you, maybe killing you, and to be afraid of that fact--but to cling to the idea that this will save you, it will, in the end, make things okay.

Here's the hell of it: madness doesn't announce itself. There isn't time to prepare for its coming. It shows up without calling and sits in your kitchen ashing in your plant. You ask how long it plans to stay; it shrugs its shoulders, gets up, and starts digging through the fridge.

Some people who are obsessed with food become gourmet chefs. Others become eating disorders.

Humor does not rescue us from unhappiness, but enables us to move back from it a little.

HERE IS A GOOD WAY to navigate your life: remember that for anything that happens to you, you will find the resources within you to deal with it.

no importa lo que soportas, sino cómo lo soportas».

El problema es que mi cabeza no está nunca despejada. Mi cerebro es una casa de campo para demonios. Vienen a menudo y cada vez son más numerosos. Se preparan aperitivos con el licor de mis angustias. Se sirven de mi estrés porque saben que lo necesito para avanzar. Todo depende de la dosis. Demasiado estrés y mi cuerpo explota. Demasiado poco, y me paralizo. Pero el demonio más violento soy yo mismo.

A veces nos derrumbamos hasta tal punto que incluso la idea de la felicidad nos asusta.

Te pasas el tiempo curando a la gente, pero ahogas tus heridas en el alcohol de tus propias lágrimas.

No estás obligado a dejar de tener miedo. Lo único que necesitas es aprender a vivir con tus angustias y con las suyas. No ignorarlas y dejar de prestarles atención. A mí me parece que todos estamos un poco ahí. Y creo que es el problema más hermoso del mundo.

Passi il tempo a riparare la gente, ma anneghi le tue ferite nell'alcol delle tue stesse lacrime.

Un giorno in cui ho pianto molto, mi sono accorta che bere le lacrime consolava, soprattutto se mischiate a un po' di alcol di mele. Ma non bisogna prenderle quando siamo del solito umore, altrimenti non riusciremmo più a essere allegri senza berle e diventa un circolo vizioso: non smettiamo più di piangere per poter bere le nostre lacrime.

The only way through is to bury it deep in your gut and let the hot juices work on it for a while. Soon enough you forget whatever it was that pained you to begin with.

Because the only way to become really good at coping with the discomforts and stresses of endurance sports is to experience them.

Endurance sports are largely about discomfort and stress; hence they are largely about coping.

My own term for a highly developed overall coping capacity in endurance sports is mental fitness.

Laughter, along with madness, seemed to be the only way out, the emergency exit for humans.

She realised that she hadn't tried to end her life because she was miserable, but because she had managed to convince herself that there was no way out of her misery.

You don't have to be positive. You don't have to feel guilty about fear or sadness or anger. You don't stop the rain by telling it to stop. Sometimes you just have to let it pour, let it soak you to your skin. It never rains forever. And know that, however wet you get, you are not the rain. You are not the bad feelings in your head. You are the person experiencing the storm.

She realised that she hadn't tried to end her life because she was miserable, but because she had managed to convince herself that there was no way out of her misery. That, she supposed, was the basis of depression as well as the difference between fear and despair. Fear was when you wandered into a cellar and worried that the door would close shut. Despair was when the door closed and locked behind you.

The way out is never through yourself.

But, as C.S. Lewis once put it, 'The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say "My tooth is aching" than to say "My heart is broken".

Some humans not only liked violence, but craved it, I realised. Not because they wanted pain, but because they already had pain and wanted to be distracted away from that kind of pain with a lesser kind.